Only Heir of Lawrence's Asset and Investment

Chapter 2

Just after Anthony left, Charlotte, who had been watching as he exited, finally let out a relieved sigh. A wide grin parted her lips. Now, she was happy that Anthony was out of her life for good!

Aria also exhaled, feeling at ease. They were about to experience a new phase of life, especially now that Anthony had left them for good. She thought with a lingering smile.

Charlotte, all of a sudden, stood up on her feet, seeming to remember something.

Aria raised an eyebrow at her. “Charlotte, what is it?” She asked.

“His belongings,” Charlotte responded, “Anthony forgot to take his properties with him.” Her voice was laced with a little bit of concern.

Aria frowned, “Why do you act like you care? Besides, those things of his are rags!” She then waved her hand in dismissal, “I'll instruct the servant to set them on fire after now.”

Charlotte paused, looking at her mother before finally settling down in her seat.

Meanwhile, as Anthony got outside, the servants’ gaze locked with his. And they began to murmur within themselves, but their voices rose above a whisper.

“Look at him. Miss Charlotte has finally divorced him, and he looks more miserable now.” One said, her voice laced with sarcasm and humor.

Another chuckled with her. “Who knows what will become of him now. Such a useless pauper who depends on his wife to get everything done for him.”

Another one said, “I overheard Miss Charlotte giving a cheque of $8,000 to take care of himself.”

The rest flew their hands to their mouths, taken by surprise. “Oh, wow. Miss Charlotte is such a kind person to give him such a kind gesture. Not that he even deserves it.”

Hearing these clueless servants speak only seemed to add more salt to his wound. Anthony tried hard not to get furious, but the more they spoke, the more his anger was fueled.

Overwhelmed with fury, Anthony yelled at them, “How dare you fools talk about me like that!” He approached them with a tightened face.

They all vibrated, sensing how angry he really was.

Anthony continued, blasting, “Are you all that jobless and foolish! Where were you all when I helped finance Harold's company, huh?! Where!” His throat hitched.

Pausing briefly, Anthony realized he was just overreacting, displaying his frustration where it wasn't necessary.

Tightening his fist against the cheque he was holding, he shouted with a blink of his eyes, “Get out of here, you all, before I lose it and do what I'm not supposed to do! Now!”

With just a slight opening of his eyes, Anthony glanced around but couldn't see anyone again. They have all disappeared in fear!

He felt his anger flare as he realized he was still in Harold's compound. Each of the objects he set his eyes on was a remembrance of betrayal.

As a picture of how he had supported this family tried to flash through his mind, he quickly took a chilled breath and wiped off the thoughts as fast as possible before they could even sink in.

With a composed and calm demeanor, Anthony took off on his heels to leave,, but then his phone buzzed in his pocket and started to ring.

Curious and perplexed, Anthony hesitated before reaching out his hand to his pocket. With his phone pulled out, Anthony glanced at the number, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

For the past three years, no one had ever called him after he lost the menial jobs that he had been doing part-time.

And what puzzled him the most was the fact that the number was a foreign number written in this manner: [phone].

Recalling the country's code, Anthony furrowed his eyebrows as he said, “A United States of America number? Why is it calling me? Could it be a scammer using this USA to make me fall prey?” He pondered, fearing to fall victim.

He had heard a lot of people complain about being scammed by unknown numbers. Once a code is sent to your phone and you send it to them, your account will be emptied in no time.

Anthony huffed and wanted to hang up on the call, but remembering he had not a single penny in his account except for this cheque, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Taking the phone closer to his ear, he spoke calmly, sounding friendly, “Hello? Who am I speaking with?” He asked.

The voice from the other end came out deep yet professionally toned. It was a male voice. “I'm Lawrence Rice. Am I talking with Anthony Lawrence?”