Sarah nodded, her face faint. “He's becoming unbelievable as the day passes and I'm really getting sick and tired of it. Could you imagine him telling me who I should make friends with and who I shouldn't?” Sarah swallowed hard, her voice slightly fading. “I couldn't believe that he actually monitored my movement last night and he warned me not to be seen with you.”A faint smile played on Anthony's lips as he leaned back, finding the whole thing amusing. Just when he was about to respond, the waitress returned with a tray of bowls in her hand, interrupting the moment. Placing it down on the table, she said, “Here, sir. It's ready.”She pulled out the bowls, carefully setting them down in front of Anthony and Sarah. When she was done, she reached out for each bottle of water and poured them into each glass of water, then she stepped back, bowing her head slightly to leave. “Please, enjoy your meals, sir, ma’am,” she said, turned around, and walked away. Anthony looked up at Sarah.

Anthony didn't get where Liam was heading. So he was confused that he had to ask. “Huh? What do you mean by that?” He wanted to know. Liam cleared his throat from the other end. “I mean Charlotte made you pass through a lot from the past—betraying and dumping you to someone else—after everything you sacrificed for her. Do you see this as a way of taking revenge for everything she has done?” Anthony still wasn't getting it. Liam noticed it so he cleared his throat and started, breaking down everything. “You see, Mr. Anthony, in business, when investors are pulling out their stocks and selling them out, it simply means just one thing; they no longer trust a particular company's future, so this is what is taking place right now with her company. And the prices of their stock are already down,” he said firmly. “So, if you want to take revenge on her then you can buy almost ninety percent of their stocks to become the biggest shareholder.” Anthony's face lit up as he nodded to

Thirty minutes, a cab pulled over a black gate and Harry and Charlotte stepped out, their expressions full of anger. Harry shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a buck. Glaring at the driver, he shoved it into his face, but a breeze blew throwing the money outside. Harry didn't care. He turned to walk away, but the driver was furious. He pushed the door open and stormed out of the car. “Hey man,” he called after Harry, his voice filled with anger. “You haven't paid me!” Harry paused and shot him a deadly stare. “Keep your fucking mouth shut, you blind fool!” He shot back at the driver. Pointing to the ground, he said, “That's your fucking money there on the ground! Crouch down and take it up. Don't be lazy!” The driver frowned. “Never!” He spat to the ground in disgust. “I conveyed both of you in my car over to your house and you just threw money at my face as if I begged you for it. I'm not going to take it unless you get it for me!” Harry laughed mockingly. “F

Anthony stood up, his expression soft as usual. “It was sold to me at $400k or so,” he responded, his voice casual as if it's the most common thing to say. “The actual price had just eluded my mind slightly but it's between that amount.” Sarah was slightly stunned. “That's huge! You were really determined to get this for himself, I guess,” she commented. Anthony tilted his head and replied. “It has always been on my mind.” Sarah nodded, but said no word. After a few minutes, Anthony raised an eyebrow and asked. “So what do you want to eat? Let me prepare something for you.” “Prepare for me?” Sarah repeated. “Didn't we just finish breakfast at the restaurant before heading here?” She asked. Anthony nodded but answered dismissively. “That was a restaurant's food, and this one is actually celebrating my acquired villa.” “But my stomach is filled up. Maybe I can eat some other time, not necessarily today.” He shook his head, his persistence sure. “No, I want it to be today. This i

Anthony added, observing that Sarah was moving around. “Still walking around? Do you want something?” He asked, settling the tray on the dining table. Straightening up, he looked at Sarah as she responded, “No. I was actually coming to the kitchen to see what you have been cooking, which seemed to be taking up much of your time.”“Oh,” Anthony chuckled softly, “not really. I was only trying to make it more delicious so you can enjoy it. That's why it took me more time than usual.”Sarah smiled softly at him. Looking down at the tray with covered plates, she asked. “So what have you got in these plates?” She asked, her voice soft, dripping with play. “Hope it's going to be delicious as it took you almost a whole day.”Nodding, “You’re definitely going to enjoy it, trust me. In fact, sit down and let's see,” Anthony replied, gesturing toward a seat.Gently, Anthony served Sarah a plate and reserved one for himself. He poured chilled water into two tall glasses, handed one to Sarah, and