All Chapters of Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Anne looked at him, and even though her pupils trembled, she did not move. "Did you drink too much?" It was true that Anthony drank too much, but he did not appear to be drunk like others. He still looked regal and elegant. Anne's gaze fell on Anthony's wet thin lips. Leaning over, she gently touched and rubbed against it. Anthony had not reacted, which was the best response she could get. She was expecting to be pushed away. Anne kissed him for a while until she was short of breath. She pressed her lips against the corner of his lips and asked, "I have made you a promise. Can you let her go? I have always listened to you, but can you forgive me this time?" Anthony pinched her chin. "Are you sure this is the only time?" "The previous ones don't count..." Anne pouted and whispered to him. Anthony stared at her slightly squeamish face with dark eyes. His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand. Oliver immediately ended the performance on stage. Lucia cried and shrank to

'Didn't he know I don't have much strength?' Usually, when she was struggling in Anthony's hands, she was completely powerless. "Ah!" When Anne pressed the muscles on his shoulders, her hand slid down accidentally. Her nails slid across Anthony's neck, and her whole body almost fell into the bathtub. Anthony's face turned dark. His black eyes opened, and displeasure flashed in his eyes. Anne hurriedly stood up and noticed a red mark on Anthony's neck like a cat scratch. She was so frightened that she stuttered, "I...I didn't mean to...it was an accident..." "Get out," Anthony said impatiently. "Yes, sir!" Anne was desperate to leave immediately. After she went out, she did not dare to leave. She stood in the bedroom and waited. When Anthony came out of the bathtub, he still had not sobered up. Standing in front of the mirror, he saw the conspicuous red mark on his neck. Before he could react, the discomfort in his stomach made him frown. He had not eaten at night,

Anthony's relationship with her was not that simple. She doubted if she was even qualified to be his lover. Now she has neither money nor anyone close to her. "I was also greedy. The person in charge of the bar told me that there would be a lot of tips in Mr. Marwood's box, so I went. If I didn't go, I wouldn't have caused you so much trouble," Lucia said. "No." Anne wanted to change the subject. "Do you still go to the bar at night?" "Yes, my mother has taken all my salary. I can't even pay for my living expenses. If I go to a bar, I get cash. At least I will be able to eat." Lucia was rather attractive, and she was well-spoken, but Anne was still a little worried about her. "The bar is a mess. Have you thought about changing to another job?" "I've thought about it, but I'll take it slow! Life will never be too bad if I try my hardest," Lucia said optimistically. Anne nodded. "Indeed." Working hard toward a goal...very inspirational indeed. Sarah came to her area wit

"By the way, three children knocked on your door just now," Sarah said. Anne's hand holding the utensils trembled, and her expression tensed. Did they? Did she see their faces? "It's the three children your mother was babysitting. Strange, why are they here?" Sarah asked. "They went to the wrong floor, probably!" "Yes, the children said that they went to the wrong door. I don't understand why the kids' parents have the money to hire your mom as a babysitter but live in such a broken-down apartment! Perhaps it's because your mother doesn't charge them much," Sarah spoke bluntly. Anne was silent, thinking about her children. They sure did some quick thinking. However, how would they get in touch with Lucas? Did they know Lucas's number? Anyway, with such smart children, she could rest assured knowing they would be able to fend for themselves. "By the way, you have to find some time to go on a date with Lucas!" Sarah was very excited. "No, I don't think I'm worthy of

"Then..." "It's up to you." Anne was stunned, and Anthony hung up the phone. Did that mean she could go? Since when did she have so much freedom? Anthony threw the phone aside, his face was indifferent and his black eyes like a falcon's. "Is there any news from the police station?" "No," Oliver said. Every time he made a phone call, the entire police station panicked, and the investigators were under enormous pressure to find the murderer. However, there were still no useful clues. Anthony's black eyes were as dark as ink. "Assassination at the manor, Cheyenne's death, if I'm not mistaken, they were done by the same person." Oliver was shocked. "How are they related? Do you want to put the blame on Mr. Marwood and worsen the relationship between you and Miss Vallois? Are you sure you want to do that?" Anthony sneered. "They're coming for me." Oliver's expression changed. "The Marwood family…?" "I'm going to the banquet," Anthony instructed. Oliver nodded. "O