Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 179

Chapter 179 “I'm done over here. What about you? Are you still at the hotel?” Bianca asked.

“I already left.”

“I just thought that maybe we can grab some food if you aren't full already. Sorry about tonight,”

she said.

Anne remained dazed at the beginning when her mouth was covered, but she started to run out of

air. It becaule sullocating, and she struggled to move the hand on her moutli, but it would not

budge, so she simply tried to wiggle out of it.

“Where are you now? still not going to rest?” Bianca asked. “In my study room. It's still early,”

Anthony said.

“I knew it. It's quiet on your side. Alright, go back to your thing then!”

"Yeah."

After the call, he moved his hand away from Anne's face.

She coughed as fresh air flowed into her lungs. “Ugh! What are you doing... Ahem!” Eventually, the

coughing eased, and she looked up in tears as she struggled to focus on Anthony's face, but her

vision was blurred from the lack of oxygen. “That was Bianca, right? If you are that afraid that she’s

going to find out about me, you shouldn't be here, to begin with.

He grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her up roughly before pinning her against the counter.”

Didn't I tell you never to show your face in front of me again?” She grunted in pain and bit her lips,

feeling like her jaw would be dislocated at any moment. She scowled because she did not even

remember how she appeared in front of Anthony. “Since you won't listen, I'm not about to go easy

on you!” He leaned closer. “No man would refuse a woman who's this desperate...” He swallowed

any response she could have, and she whimpered. Once she realized what was happening, she

immediately fought back “Let go..Umph!” A sharp pain shot up her lips, but she kept struggling to

get away from the terrorist who barged into her home with false accusations and assaulted her.

The alcohol in her body slowly ale away at her consciousness, and Anthony's strength was far too

overpowering for her to get away. He was rough and ferocious to the point that it was as though he

was trying to swallow her whole.

In her attempts to escape, she kicked at the cabinet, and while she could not push him away. she

was suddenly rerninded that there were knives behind her.

Right before he was about to rip her clothes apart, she found the knise.

Anthony was an alert man, and even througli the mist of lust, le spotted the danger and backed

away.

However, the knife was not pointed at him but at Anne herself. She gasped for air, and it took a

while for her to find her voice. “Touch me again, and I will kill myself right in front of your eyes!” He

sneered coldly. “You think I would care?”

"Of course, you won't, but wouldn't it be kind of frustrating to no longer liave someone to vent your

anger on?” She retorted, knowing that Antliony would not let hier dic. Who else would he torture

when he seemed to take the most pleasure in tormentin: Anne? Why else would he continue to do

so relentlessly throughout the years?

Her moment of bravery was cut short when his shadow loomed over her, and she instantly felt a

sharp pain on her wrist. The knife dropped onto the ground, and she felt as though her entire arm

was going to break.” Ugh!”