Chapter 98

Anthony sat on the couch like it was his throne with his legs crossed, his presence mighty and unreachable.

Before him kneeled a woman with her clothes half-torn, revealing a wound on her arm. Four bodyguards stood behind the woman, ready to pounce at any movement.

Anne knew that Anthony did not bother with the gender of the person he killed.

Just as she stood there and contemplated whether to go downstairs or head back, Anthony's husky voice echoed in the hall. "Come down here."

Without even looking over at Anne's direction, he had already made the decision for her.

Anne slowly walked down the stairs and stopped until she was a meter away from Anthony. She finally saw the woman's face, unfamiliar, and filled with terror.

"Is this her?" Anthony asked.

Knowing that the question was directed at her, Anne took a closer look at her face and figure before responding hesitantly, "I didn't see her face back then."

Anthony leaned forward and stared at the woman intently. "Why did you t