Only Heir of Lawrence's Asset and Investment

Chapter 5

“Miss Charlotte, I saw Anthony, your husband, tore this before leaving the compound, and when I had a close look, it was a cheque, so I decided to come show it to you.” One of the clueless maidservants said, bowing her head as she handed the four pieces of paper to Charlotte.

Smack! Smack! A tight slap went across her face twice.

And her face went downcast, wincing in pain with her hand on the spot.

It was Aria who slapped her before Charlotte could even react. “Don't you dare refer to that worthless orphan as my daughter's husband ever again! They're divorced, do you understand?!”

The maidservant gave a knee-jerk reaction, “Yes, Ma. I'm sorry.”

“Now get lost!” Aria gave her a quick gesture towards the exit door. And she nodded and wanted to hurry away, but Aria called back to her.

“Go to his room, gather all his rag belongings, and set them on fire.” The maid-servant then nodded and hurried away with an “Okay, ma.”

Aria then sighed annoyedly and looked at Charlotte, who held the pieces of paper with disbelieving eyes. Taking a close look at it, Aria fumed, “Such an ungrateful fool, he is! I wonder what his fate will be now after regretting your kind gesture.”

Charlotte kept mute, her eyes filled with surprise as to why Anthony had torn the cheque. He had accepted it a few minutes ago, and now he has torn it.

Is he even in his right sense of mind at all? He didn't even bother about taking his belongings and the cheque? He's ruined it.

Wordless, Charlotte took out her phone and put a call through.

At this moment, Anthony was seated at the back of the car, heading to Almighty Anthony's Empire. He looked through the window, and a sense of freedom washed over him.

He felt like he owned the world now. Everything had just fallen into place for him. As he watched the bustling road filled with people and cars, his eyes fell on a car that caught his attention.

It was a sleek black Range Rover. He said, “Not bad. But I prefer the Mercedes AMG One to it, and I'm going to get it just after now.” He said decisively.

Just then, his phone vibrated and started to ring for an incoming call. He leaned back in the car, shifting comfortably on his seat. A whirl of thoughts rushed in, and he wondered if it was his parents who were calling.

Retrieving his phone from his pocket after a deep breath, Anthony's face twisted into a tight frown as he saw that it was Charlotte who was calling him.

He glanced at it for some minutes, leaving it to ring continuously. His frown deepened as he remembered how she had treated him, stabbing him in the back.

“I don't want to hear whatever rubbish you want to say! Keep them to yourself!” He growled, and in cold blood, he ended the call.

And it began to ring again for the second time. “Damn it! Stop disturbing my life, Charlotte, or whatever you call yourself! I don't want to hear that voice of yours!” He gave a harsh and throaty sound.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to answer, “I’m not on the same financial level as you, so why are you disturbing me?” His voice was rude.

But Charlotte's voice came out calm despite his rudeness, “Anthony, you tore the check I gave to you, why?”

Anthony sighed, “That's because I don't want them. I don't even need them. Just keep everything to your selfish self.”

He was about to hang up on the end when Charlotte chuckled and said something that made him pause, “I was literally helping your poor life by giving you that check, but your poor stinky ego won't let you take it. Worthless man with a huge sense of entitlement!” She spat with disgust.

Then she sighed, “Don't even know why I'm bothered when I know in just a week or so you'll come crawling for it. And believe me, you'll cry out your eyes, but no help will be rendered!”

She had expected Anthony to start pleading; however, to her amazement, Anthony laughed but with a bitter expression. “Okay. Let's see who begs whom at last!” He replied, his voice challenging. “Your company will go down as well! Mark my words!”

The driver turned back and glanced at him. He thought he was mad, however, he kept his tongue tied, saying nothing but minding his business.

With that, he abruptly ended the call without waiting for Charlotte to speak. There was absolutely nothing sensible she was going to say anyway.

Shoving his phone into his pocket, Anthony said, a dark aura forming around the corner of his lips, “Isn’t collaborating with Almighty Anthony's Empire your biggest dream, huh, Charlotte? Let's see how it'll go.” His smirk widened.

Back at Harold's mansion, right after the call disconnected, Charlotte angrily threw her phone on the couch, holding her head as if it wanted to explode.

“Fuck you, Anthony! How dare you throw a threat at me! I'll make sure to get you locked up behind bars anywhere, any day, or anytime I set my naked eyes on you! You have no idea who you are dealing with!” Charlotte yelled, consumed with fury.

Confused but intrigued, Aria asked, “What did he say to you?”

Reluctantly, Charlotte replied, her voice moving at a shaky and fast pace even when she tried to keep it steady and slow, “Can you imagine that bastard just threw a threat at me? That our company will go down and we'll all beg him.”

Aria erupted into a lengthy laugh, finding the words extremely funny. She then threw her hand casually, “I can't believe you're taking that worthless man's words to heart, Charlotte.” She finally stopped laughing and said, her eyes blinking with disbelief.

To her, Anthony was just making an empty threat that wouldn't even shake a piece of white paper, not to mention causing a human to shiver. a

Aria continued, smirking, “Does he know what wealth is called? Is he financially stable? Has he even touched what is called money, not a hundred, not a thousand, but a million dollars before, has he? Why, then, do you panic?”

Aria then took a seat closer to Charlotte, taking her hand into hers and squeezing it softly, “Chilled, he can't do more than a dead rat. He just unknowingly spoke a mere word, not a threat.”