Chapter hundred sixty seven

As Anna sipped her wine, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She was surrounded by opulence and luxury, but she knew that the man she was with was evil. Henry studied her, his eyes narrowing.“You only ever visit when you need my help," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you want from me this time?"

Anna's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, and she took a deep breath. Anna smirked at Henry's words, allowing him to bask in his pride. He dared to imply that she was weak, without even saying it outright. But Anna knew better. She was a woman who had been through hell and back, and she wasn't about to let an old man like Henry tell her what she was or wasn't.

"It would be the other way around, Mr. Neville," she purred, a faux smile on her lips. Henry's eyebrows shot up in confusion. He wasn't sure what Anna was getting at.

“You're the one who needs my help," she said, her voice cold and confident. Henry couldn't help but laugh. "You've got to be kidding