Chapter 482
Three hours later.
The Blair Group’s private jet touched down an hour ahead of schedule, thanks to some wild maneuvering that probably gave air traffic control a collective heart
attack.
Anthony stepped off the plane and brought the chill with him, his whole vibe dark and stormy. He didn’t hesitate for a second as he walked straight to the driver’s side of the car waiting for him. “Out,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air.
The driver just stared for a moment, totally thrown off, then climbed out without a word.
Anthony shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to Hans before sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Anthony,” Hans started, already bracing himself for what was about to happen. He knew Anthony well enough by now. If Anthony was getting behind the wheel, he wasn’t planning to take it easy. “You’ve been on a plane for almost nine hours. You shouldn’t push yourself. Let the driver take care of it, okay?”
Anthony barely looked at him. He was running on nothing but anger and adrenaline, his exhaustion hidden behind a face set in stone. He buckled in and started the engine like Hans wasn’t even there.
Hans tried to get in the back so he could keep an eye on things, but before he could even touch the door handle, the car shot out of the driveway, tires screaming.
“Anthony!” Hans shouted, heart pounding. He grabbed another set of keys from the staff and snapped, “Don’t just stand there. Follow him!”
Anthony was in a state that scared everyone.
He floored it the entire way. A drive that should have taken forty minutes took him just twenty.
The sports car screeched to a stop in front of Imperial Heights. Anthony flung the door open and strode inside, barely able to contain himself.
Jackson and Adonis were in the living room, busy with the stuff Charlotte had asked them to handle. When they saw Anthony storm in, looking like he’d been through hell and was ready for more, both of them froze.
Back an hour early? Did he fly the jet himself? Was he trying to get killed?
“Where’s Lottie?”
Anthony stopped in the middle of the hall, his eyes quickly scanning every cornere didn’t see her The frustration in his gaze was sharp enough to cut.
“Anthony,” Jackson and Adonis both stood nerves obvious, Jackson swallowed, then said quietly “Charlotte took a sleeping pilbtwo
hours ago. She’s still out.”
A sleeping pill?
Anthony’s eyes narrowed as he remembered Lottie’s trouble sleeping. His voice came out rough. “What’s causing her insomnia?”
The two exchanged a glance and kept quiet. Charlotte obviously didn’t want him to know.
“Was it the psych ward or the five years in the countryside?”
Adonis’s head snapped up, shock written all over his face. “You know about Charlotte being in the psych ward five years ago?”
Anthony didn’t answer. He was barely holding himself together.
So it was true. The hospital. They had chopped off her hair, drugged her until she could barely think, tried to break her completely…
And that was just the part he knew about. There was so much he hadn’t seen, things he didn’t even want to imagine.
Anthony said nothing else. He dragged himself up the stairs, looking lost and defeated.
When he was finally out of sight, Adonis turned to Jackson, voice barely above a whisper. “He’s scary like this.”
It had to be because Charlotte was involved. Every other time they’d seert Anthony, he was gentle to a fault No one ever expected to see
him like this.
Maybe this was the real Anthony, the one who led X Organization. But with Charlotte
around, he could actually be soft.