Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Chapter 722

Chapter 722

“When is it convenient for you to start working?” said Anne.

“I can start immediately,” said Ashlynn.

“Alright.” Anne stood up. “Mr. Winston, show her the ropes.”

“Yes, Ms. Vallois.”

Anne returned to her office. Just as she entered the door, she stopped in her tracks for a moment. She was in a daze as she looked at the man sitting in her place. It was Anthony.

“When did he come? Doesn't he need to keep Bianca accompanied?’

She calmed down, closed the door, and asked, “Is there something you want me to help you with?" "Are you happy with the interview?” Anthony leaned against the chair with an imposing air and placed one hand on the edge of the desk.

"Mm-hmm. She has already started working.” Anne saw that her chair had been taken, so she just stood in front of the desk and went through the documents on the desk.

“Are you not going to ask where I was last night?” Anthony's expression was cold.

Anne could not figure out what he was thinking, so she said honestly, “...Keeping Bianca accompanied.”

"She went to church last night and slipped on the mountain road. She was slightly injured. It's no big deal.”

“She is Dad's daughter, after all. It's not good if something were to happen to her,” said Anne. Anthony's black eyes look deep and sharp. “You don't have anything else to say anymore?”

Anne looked up in confusion. When she met that deep gaze, she felt tense. “What?”

Anthony's gaze turned eerily cold and he aggressively pulled his collar. “Nothing.”

Anne thought, “Was it really nothing? Why do I feel the air has turned thin and cold?’

This man was truly too strange.

Did he come over for the sake of showing her that he was upset?

"Oh, right. The children said they wanted to go and keep their grandpa accompanied. Is it convenient? Dorothy would be there, right?” Anne asked.

“That's their true grandma.” Anthony's words were filled with sarcasm.

Anne believed that Anthony was deliberately trying to provoke her. She was filled with a burning rage, but she kept enduring it. “I still have something else to attend to, so I'll get on with that.” She turned around and walked toward the office door.

Her hand was pulling the door, but the door just could not be opened.

Anne lifted her head and saw a hand in front of her eyes and the palm was pushing against the door. What was behind her was Anthony's solid chest, which was extremely close to her.

His mighty breath could be felt behind her ear. “Did I permit you to leave? Hmm?"

"What do you want then?” Anne asked after calming her emotions.

"Continue what was left unfinished last night.” Anthony's gaze in his black eyes was restrained, deep, and dangerous.

Anne was shocked and she subconsciously blocked the chest behind her with her arms. Anthony, don't mess around! This is my father's office.”

"Did I say to do it here?”

Anne turned her face around and glared at Anthony furiously. “Don't make me hate you!” Anthony's gaze turned cold. He pursed his thin lips together tightly and looked at her with an eerie coldness.

“You've been with Bianca all night, yet I still have to wait for you to humiliate me in the morning? Anthony, aren't you filthy?”

Anthony's expression became sinister with a tinge of fierceness. “What did you call me? Filthy?” “You simply are..mmm!” Before Anne managed to say the word filthy’, her lips were blocked by Anthony's thin lips as he kissed her forcefully.

The more Anne resisted, the stronger Anthony's force was.

He pinned her tightly against the door of the office.

When she was released, Anne's entire body had turned completely jelly and her vision.

turned black.

“Is it filthy? Hmm?” Anthony's voice was hoarse.

“You...jerk.” Anne was panting.

“You're the only person who dared to curse me but could still live.” Anthony pinched her chin. It was unclear if he was angry or if he was being tolerant.