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“You’re welcome.” Thomas looked at Anathea, then suddenly pointed at her face and chuckled a little.
“Ana, you’ve got some cream on your face.”
“Huh?” Anathea instinctively wiped her face. When did that get there? And how did she not notice?
“It’s on the right side,” Thomas said, pointing to her right cheek.
She touched that side but didn’t feel anything.
“A bit higher. No, higher than that.”
When she couldn’t find the cream, Thomas unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her, gently reaching out with his left hand to touch her face.
Anathea froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she
heir reflection in the window.
The last light of sunset had faded, and night was falling.
In the reflection, with how Thomas was positioned—and given the angle–they looked as if they were kissing, even though they weren’t that close in real life.
As soon as she realized it, she snapped out of it and lifted her hand. Just as she was about to push him away, blinding headlights suddenly came into view.
A deafening roar of an engine came next, and a black Maybach sped straight toward them.
Anathea gasped in surprise. But instead of slowing
the car came charging right at them.
The Maybach slammed right into the Cayenne’s back door.
The whole side of the car crumpled. The vehicle jerked and spun almost 90 degrees, its tires screeching across the pavement, leaving a deep skid mark. The airbags deployed, one of them hitting Thomas right in the shoulder.
He winced in pain and hissed through his teeth, then shouted toward the oncoming car, “Are you crazy? How did you crash into us on a street this big?”
He then turned to Anathea, worried. “Ana, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
She shook her head slowly, still a bit dazed. Her eyes were wide with shock.
Just then, the door of the Maybach opened. Black–and–red leather shoes stepped onto the ground, followed by a tall figure slowly emerging from the car and stopping right in front of them.
The pressure in the air instantly shifted.
Anathea stiffened the moment she locked eyes with him. The so–called “maniac” who hit them wasn’t some stranger. It was
Gregory.
“G–Gre…” Her voice came out hoarse, probably from the scare.
“What?” Thomas looked confused and followed her gaze.
Then, his face dropped. “Gregory?”
Gregory’s icy stare fell on Thomas‘ left hand that was just on Anathea’s face. “If you’re that eager to lose a hand, I’d be happy to help.”
Anathea’s heart skipped a beat. The look on his face wasn’t just a threat–he meant it.
The next moment, another Rolls–Royce pulled up behind the Maybach. Martin got out and quickly walked over. “Mr. Sinclair.”
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“Take care of it,” Gregory ordered. His gaze swept past the wrecked cars, landing on Anathea and Thomas. His eyes narrowed. Including them.”
Martin paused for a second before asking cautiously, “Including Mrs. Sinclair?”
Anathea tensed immediately. What the hell was Gregory planning?
But Gregory didn’t answer. He strode straight to the passenger side of the Cayenne and yanked the door open.
“Get out.”
Anathea’s fingers curled into tight fists. The fury in Gregory’s eyes was scorching; it could burn her alive.
When she didn’t move, he leaned in without hesitation and reached for her seatbelt.
“Don’t touch her!” Thomas tried to intervene, but the airbag had him pinned in place, and his arm was basically numb from the impact.
Gregory unbuckled Anathea’s seatbelt without even blinking and grabbed her wrist before pulling her out of the car.
She stumbled and lost her balance, falling right into his chest.
