"Refuse to pay?" Anthony asked calmly. The look in his eyes was unreadable. "Yeah! She wore cheap clothes, came here to eat, and refused to pay. How bold! After all, we're one of the finest restaurants in Luton. The poor would want to try once before they die!" the manager said with emotion. Anthony walked in expressionlessly. The manager said, "Mr. Marwood, your room is this way…" Yet, Anthony did not seem to have heard him and kept walking. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand pulled out a chair to sit down. He then looked Anne in the face.Anne compressed her lips, and her head slightly tilted to avoid meeting his eyes. The manager was quick to realize something between Anne and Anthony. If not, he would not have become the manager. He was terrified and thought inwardly, 'Could it be that they know one another?' ‘However, her clothes are so…’ "How much does she have to pay?" Anthony asked in a low voice. "Well… no! She did not owe us anything. She di
Michelle smirked. It was good that Anne knew her place. Anne had better leave quickly and not disturb her reunion with Anthony! "Did I give you permission to leave?" Anthony's voice sounded. Anne's body stiffened, and she had no choice but to sit down again. The table was set for two. Therefore, if Anne did not leave, Michelle had to leave. Michelle had to keep her smile and uttered, "I asked Anne out today. I had some errands to run just now. I came back to get the bill. Unexpectedly, I bumped into you." In fact, Michelle came back to witness how embarrassing Anne would be. "I'm leaving now, Anthony. Let's catch up again next time." "Mm-hmm." Michelle was not asked to stay. After she turned, her face darkened. However, before she left, she paid the bill. Since Michelle had paid for the meal, Anne owed Anthony nothing. She had eaten her fill, but as long as Anthony had not given her permission to leave, she dared not leave. She sat on the chair as she felt like
Michelle did enlarge her eyes. Her eyes were not big enough for the camera. Anne's words touched Michelle on the raw. "Did you bribe Dr. Carlson? If this goes public, it will take its toll on your career," Anne said. "You!" Michelle was fuming with rage as she pointed at Anne, uttering, "I'll now ask the clinic to fire you! I don't mind not being a celebrity. My parents are loaded anyway!" She then stormed out of the room. Anne frowned slightly and realized that Michelle came prepared. "You must fire Anne Vallois!" Michelle shouted outside. The director came over, and the nurses stood around. "What is wrong?" the director asked. "Anne was slandering me. You must fire her! I’m not gonna let her get away with it!" Michelle huffed. "What happened?" asked the director as he darted a glance at Anne, who was standing aside silently. "As I said, she slandered me. Can you hear me?" Michelle mocked. "Anne, apologize to the client!" The director was indiscriminate. Mich
"Anne, if you try to play tricks behind my back, you will be dead." Anne felt her scalp go numb and chill. "I know, but what I said is true. Michelle went to the clinic and gave me a hard time. She pushed the director to fire me, so I had to leave. You can…" Before she could finish, Anthony hung up coldly and bluntly. Anne did not know if what she said worked. She pretended to sound weak and scared, like a victim for years. While Anthony was the cruel sadist. She felt somewhat unsettled… Therefore,when her phone rang again, she was so scared that her phone almost fell. It was an unknown number. She answered, "Hello?" "I'm the HR from Aesthetic Clinic. I have called you a few times, and you finally answered. Why haven’t you come to work?" Anne was confused. Wasn't she fired yesterday? "Got it, I will go there in the afternoon." After hanging up, Anne saw that there were a few missed calls from the clinic before Anthony’s call. After lunch, she went to work, and o
Anne raised her head tearfully. "I… I am having menstrual cramps... It’s killing me…" Seeing Anne clutching her stomach, Lucia said, "Is it that serious? Would you like to take sick leave to see a doctor?" Another colleague standing behind, Zelda, sneered, "What an interesting conversation I'm hearing here! To take sick leave for menstrual cramps? I'm also on my period, and yet you don't see me taking leave, do you?" "Hey, don't you think that's a little too harsh?" Lucia lowered her voice with a frown. "Am I wrong? You're now telling me every woman that has menstrual cramps should take sick leave?" "Can't you see how much pain she is in?" "Well, she's not going to die, is she?" Zelda snorted. Anne knew that Zelda was close to that fired director, and she must be upset when that director got dismissed. Hands on the wall, she stood up with difficulty and uttered, "I'm fine..." After that, she left the washroom. Having menstrual cramps was the best reason she could give
"Today is the first day!" Chris said happily. "Fourteen days to go. We still need to wait for a long time..." Chloe said. Nancy grabbed their chubby hands and said, "Let's wait together. Mama will definitely come back. She is working hard there, so let's work hard together here, okay?" "Sure!" Anne was restless all day, and she was worried about Chloe, even though Nancy said that she had gotten better now. As their mother, she still felt worried as long as she was not by their side.When the children were in good health, they still could force themselves to calm down. If they had fallen sick, would they have held themselves back from crying? She would get worried about the children even when they tripped. Her distress would only be more self-explanatory since Chloe was sick now. As soon as she got home, Anne immediately video-called Nancy. However, as soon as the call was made, she hung up immediately as if she was afraid of something. Could she video call her kids i
Anne was much calmer than she used to be. She walked toward Mr. Zabinski, who was slightly stunned. Mr. Zabinski thought that Anne was Anthony's woman. Why was Anthony telling her to accompany him instead? He was bewildered, but he did not say anything. After sitting down, Anne poured wine for Mr. Zabinski. "No, no, I'll do it myself." Mr. Zabinski took the wine and poured it for himself. He also poured Anne a glass. It was not the first time Anthony had pushed Anne into a group of men, but Mr. Zabinski was the first one who did not molest her. She could not help but take a closer look at Mr. Zabinski, only to find that he looked familiar.After thinking about it, she remembered that she had seen him on TV. Of course, Anthony’s friends would not be ordinary.Obviously, Mr. Zabinski was afraid of Anthony and behaved well toward her. Nonetheless, that was not Anthony's intention. Anthony had hoped Anne would get humiliated instead. Anne and Mr. Zabinski clinked glass
She woke up in a daze with a splitting headache. She found herself lying on the carpet not far from the door. It was as if she was thrown in here like a piece of trash. She knew who did it without thinking.Anne sat up, and the familiar surroundings reminded her that she was in the Royal Mansion. God really took pity on her and gave her such a good opportunity! Anne freshened up in the bathroom and went downstairs. Hayden came over to her, saying, "Miss Vallois, the food is ready." "Where's Anthony?" Anne asked. "Mr. Marwood has gone out." Anne nodded and went to eat. If Anthony had taken her passport, where would he hide it? Either in a room, or… in a study? It was just a matter of luck. After eating and walking out of the room, she avoided the servants and went to the study. The door was unlocked. She pushed in and hurriedly closed the door. The study was large, minimalist, cold, and stressful, as if Anthony himself was in the room. Anne held her breath