Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Anne did not feel like working, so she paced back and forth between the department

and the bathroom.

After making over ten rounds to the point where her colleagues were starting to be suspicious, she

finally saw the door to the meeting room moving.

The door flew open, and Anthony stepped outside with a hand in his pocket and went straight to

the elevator.

Anne immediately went to follow him.

She could not talk to Anthony in the Marwood Group, as she had already been the center of gossip

at the moment.

Anne watched as the number display went down and turned to head toward another elevator. She

tapped on the elevator button anxiously and waited.

Just as the elevator door opened, someone grabbed her by the shoulder from behind and Tommy

pulled her into his office.

"What are you doing?” Anne pulled away and tried to leave. She had no time to waste, but Tommy

insisted on standing in her way. “Whatever you need to say, wait. I am busy!”

“Over what? You are just going to see Anthony,” Tommy said calmly. Anne scowled. “I am looking

for him, but how's that any of your business? Are you trying to

stop me?”

"Why are you looking for him?” He lifted an eyebrow and stared at her cunningly. “Is this about my

grandfather? How much do you know about it?"

“What? I don't know anything.”

"My grandfather died; my uncle was sent off somewhere to “mourn’ and basically lost his position in

the company. Before this, he gave half his share to Sarah Vallois. I'm no fool who would believe that

you have nothing to do with this whole thing.” Tommy stood tall before, his body language sending

a clear message: that he was not going to let her leave until she told him everything she knew.

“My mom went after Ron because she didn't receive enough money after the divorce. That's all I

know. I am looking for Anthony to talk about how I am still an unregistered resident. That's all. Get

out of my way!” she said.

She went for the door, but Tommy moved to the side, and her hand simply bumped into his body.

Anne scowled in annoyance. “What do you want, Tommy Marwood?”

“Tell me the truth.”

“If you are as good as you claim to be, why not investigate on your own?” “I want to hear it from

you.” He leaned in closer and ran his finger through her cheek seductively.

Anne tolerated it while suppressing the disgust she felt. She narrowed her eyes, and instead of

backing off, she leaned forward to the point where she was merely an inch away from his face.

“What to do, then? I don't know anything. How about this? You go look into it and tell me what's

going on.”

Tommy froze as the look in his eyes darkened, and his chest heaved.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?” She teased and reached to grab him by the collar. “Cat got your

tongue?” Her lips were right before his eyes, and his mind began to stray as he lowered his head to

kiss her.

Anne's eyes narrowed coldly as she took advantage of the distraction and grabbed the doorknob

behind her before opening the door and running out.

Tommy was stunned and simply watched as she escaped. Her refreshing scent still lingered in the

air, and he seemed to sense a hint of milky scent as well.

“Milk?’ he thought to himself with a smirk as he pressed his thumb against his lips.

Anne hurried into the elevator and headed downstairs. She was not mad enough to tell Tommy

what had happened. Anthony's mother had been killed by his grandfather. If such a secret went out,

anyone, including the members of the Marwood Family, would risk angering Anthony. 1

“Has Anthony left? If he did, I could just call him!" she thought.

She halted as soon as she ran out of the elevator and reached the parking lot.

The black Rolls Loyce was parked by the side like a silent beast in the dark.

She glared at the car while trying to catch her breath. After a few moments of hesitation, she walked

toward it despite not knowing why Anthony's car would be there.

No matter the reason, she could finally talk to him in person.

Anthony sat in the backseat with his extremely long legs crossed and a cigarette between his fingers

as he stared at Anne like a predator locking onto its prey. Though Anne had wished that she could

resolve this through the phone so that she would not have to face Anthony, she had to summon the

courage for the confrontation for her freedom. “Were you waiting for me?” she whispered as

Anthony should have been gone long ago.