Chapter 385
This was unreal.
Charlotte was sprawled on top of Anthony, her long lashes casting shadows over her eyes as she squinted at him. Embarrassment colored her pretty face, and she looked both annoyed and awkward.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Anthony held her by the waist, silent for a few seconds. Then his fingers reached for her cheek, his face tense and his voice cold, full of reproach.
“Mr. God, I have nothing to say to you.” Charlotte twisted away from his hand, her tone sharp as she sat up, collecting herself.
God. The enemy that N Organization had hated for so many years was actually Anthony. What a joke.
“Lottie Anthony frowned at her frosty attitude. He instinctively caught her wrist, his dark eyes scanning everyone who was still staring at them.
Hans felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked away and called out, “Everyone, back up ten meters!”
This was bad. Charlotte looked furious. The harder they’d chased her earlier, the harder it would be to calm her down now.
At the command, everyone in the Reaper Division shot a look at the two “men” with their hands locked together, shock flickering in their eyes.
So Anthony really did like men.
“You two, please step aside,” Hans said to Jackson and Adonis. He didn’t know what was going on between them and Charlotte, but for her sake, he kept his tone polite.
“Oh, since when does X Organization
get to boss us around Adonis folded his arms, about to announce his identity, but then he caught, Charlotte’s cold warning glare. He swallowed his words. Did Charlotte not want Anthony to know the truth? Cóntent
Adonis felt a wave of frustration.
“Let’s go,” Jackson said, dragging the grumbling Adonis away to an open spot in the distance.
Now it was just Anthony and Charlotte.
Charlotte pulled her hand free and
walked to the side of the road, dropping onto a stone bench. She pulled off her hat and mask, tossing, them carelessly onto the ground, then started brushing dust off her clothes like she couldn’t care less.
Her small face was completely blank. She didn’t even glance at Anthony, let alone speak to him.
Anthony looked down and saw how dirty her clothes were. He felt a pang in his chest, but his fear and anger made his voice come out cold. “Do you have any idea what kind of place Apex is? Do you know how
dangerous it is for you to show up here?”
Charlotte kept her eyes lowered and didn’t say a word.
“If I hadn’t recognized you today, if I hadn’t held back, do you know what could’ve happened?” His voice was even colder now, sharp like a parent scolding a reckless child.
Charlotte stopped dusting her clothes. She slowly looked up, her beautiful eyes carrying an emotion he couldn’t read. A cool smile tugged at her lips. She answered seriously.
“Yeah? And what would have happened?”
Seeing her in dirty, torn clothes with that pale, stubborn face, Anthony felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He had almost… almost been the one to take her life.