FreeNovelChapter 300 Chapter 300 The room's air pressure plummeted to freezing levels. The assistant broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill run down his spine. Having been by Alex's side for over three years, he knew exactly what his boss was capable of and quickly added, "But I can assure you, the real heiress of the Morris family doesn't have a scar on her arm." Alex narrowed his eyes. This meant the little girl from back then couldn't possibly be Miss Zack, nor Miss May, and certainly not Rebecca Morris. The only remaining possibility was Anthea.
Reflecting on his previous encounters with Anthea, Alex's gaze darkened. She was indeed different from the other socialites of Cloudcrest. Her file was encrypted. And she was nothing like the waste everyone rumored her to be. Mysterious and complex.
"Alright, you can go," Alex said with a dismissive wave of his hand. The assistant, feeling like he'd just been pardoned, bowed his head and scurried out of the room.
After the assistant's departure, the room was left in a silence so deep it was almost terrifying. The Peterson mansion was perched halfway up the hillside. Coupled with Alex's preference for solitude, the twilight made the atmosphere even more desolate.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlex stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his face betraying no emotion, and for a moment, he was transported back to that cold basement twelve years ago. Hunger, cold, fear-they had surrounded him. A little girl cand sat beside him.
"Brother, are you hungry? I have candy here. A piece of candy will make the hunger go away." With that memory in mind, Alex reached into his pocket and took out a piece of candy, unwrapping it until its sugary taste slowly spread on his tongue, dissipating sof the fierceness in him. He then turned and walked toward the backyard.
Grandma Audrey lived there. The old lady was not in good health, and even before nightfall, she was already lying in bed.
"Grandma," he greeted.
"Ah, Alex is here," Audrey's face lit up with a smile. Alex propped up a pillow behind the elderly woman. "Are you feeling any better, Grandma?" She nodded.
"Doctor Yeager is quite skilled. I'll ask her to ctake a look at you," Alex suggested.
"That would be nice, I do like her," Audrey said, and then as if remembering something, she added, "But tomorrow is Monday, and Annie has school. You could wait for her at the school in the afternoon." "Alright," Alex nodded slightly.
After smore conversation, Alex took his leave. Watching his retreating figure, Audrey sighed. She worried that once she was gone, Alex would end up alone.
Monday arrived. Anthea finished her breakfast and headed to school. Just as she was about to reach the school, a surprised voice called out from behind, "Anthea?" She glanced back and saw Baldie.
"Need something?" she asked casually.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBaldie, who hadn't seen Anthea in a few days, had a complex expression on his face. But what really caught him off guard was the jacket Anthea was wearing. Was that... a Northbridge High School uniform? The Northbridge High uniform was a clunky mix of blue and white that many students disliked wearing, but on her, it seemed to take on an effortless purity. It confirmed that old saying: a beautiful person can make even a burlap sack look good.
There she stood, doing nothing at all, yet fulfilling every teenage boy's fantasy of a first love. Baldie was momentarily dazzled. Could it be that Anthea was actually a student at Northbridge High? But hadn't Harriet said that Anthea was a dropout, barely making it through middle school? Or was the uniform she wore just a cheap buy meant to mimic a student's look? These days, many who wanted to pass as students wore such uniforms for the thrill of it.
With that thought, Baldie relaxed. No matter how pretty Anthea was, she couldn't possibly be attending Northbridge High. It was just her vanity speaking.
"Anthea, you turned down such a well-paying job at my place last time. Did you find something better?" Even if she had, what of it? Without an education, she was still uneducated. Anthea, carrying her backpack with one hand, replied indifferently, "I have school, no tfor part-tjobs." Baldie didn't call out her bluff and continued, "You're at Northbridge High?" She nodded.
At that moment, Baldie had to admire Anthea's audacity. Her igner world Herinner must be enormous to lie so blatantly ΕΠ without even batting an eyelash.
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