Anne knew that Anthony would never let her go unless she was dead… "Anne, come to my place for a nice meal tomorrow!" Sarah said. "Nice meal?" "You don't remember my birthday? I lived with you for so many years, and I always remember your birthday!" Sarah rubbed Anne's nose lovingly. Anne flinched. How could she go? Anthony did not want her to get in touch with the Marwood family, especially her aunt. However, it would be cruel of her not to attend Sarah's birthday… "Don't worry, just a meal at home. Just me, you, and your uncle-in-law. Anthony won't come to our mansion. You can go home after the meal. Nobody would know." Anne was convinced. "Okay, I will go." She had no way of turning her aunt down. Since it was just a meal and she could leave afterward, Anthony would not find it out so soon… On Sarah's birthday, Anne finished work as usual. After returning to the flat, she went through the back door and took a taxi to Marwood Mansion. She bought a gift for S

Anne answered with confusion, "I have been at home. I was showering, and I just got out, only to see you kicking the door…" She did seem as if she had just taken a shower. She was in her pajamas with her hair wet and it was simply wrapped around with an absorbent towel. "How do you know where I live?" Anne asked, feeling suspicious. Anthony was furious that he did not catch her on the spot. He went forward to pull her hair… "Argh," Anne cried out. "Are you playing tricks on me?" "I… I'm not…" Anne would never admit it unless she wanted to die! "If you don't trust me, you can… check the CCTV… I haven't been out since I got back…" "You really wanna play tricks, don't you?" Anthony pressed her chin with all his strength. Anne gritted her teeth and groaned in pain. "Do you think you can escape if I didn't catch you by myself?" Anthony asked coldly. "Even if you want to punish me, you should have a reason to. I don't know what you're talking about…" Anne defended herse

Anne really wanted to say that nobody told her to park here. However, she opened the door and went in. They went to a high-end restaurant. Anne felt like a round peg in a square hole here. The diners inside were dressed fancily. Michelle was in high heels and a branded dress, while Anne wore a pair of ordinary sneakers, light wash jeans, and a loose T-shirt. Her clothing was worth less than a hundred bucks. The manager stared at Anne when she went in. If it were not for Michelle's sake, Anne would have been asked to leave. After they were seated, Anne asked, "Why here?" "To dine, of course. This place is private. It's suitable for popular celebrities like me," Michelle said. Anne did not mind her tone as she had always been this way. Michelle picked up the menu and said, "Order something! You probably haven't eaten yet." Michelle was right. Anne just got off work and was planning to make instant noodles at home. Anne knew how expensive the food was without the men

"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 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