Chapter 820

Chapter 820

Do not think that she had no idea those few people were in cahoots.

The mishap with the fallen steel pipe back then was absolutely no accident. Anne did not pursue the

matter because it was still not the right time.

Bianca was so pissed that she gritted her teeth hard while pretending to be fine as if it has nothing

to do with her at all. “Why are you telling me this? To prove that you're very competent? What a

joke. Your best ability is to go around and seduce men!”

“Ms. Vallois, help me. I've been framed!” Mr. Walker was still begging for mercy.

Anne said, “I can do that! Tell me who is the one who asked you to do this. There should be

someone instructing you to do so, is there not? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so audacious.”

Mr. Walker avoided her gaze. “No....it's not like that...it's because I'm greedy...”

Anne did not ask any further. “Thank you, officer!”

“Anne Vallois, how dare you harm me! Things won't end well for you! You're absolutely nothing...”

Mr. Walker failed to beg for mercy, so he might as well just lash out while he was being escorted to

the police

car.

Without any changes to her expression, Anne looked at Bianca, who was holding back her anger.

“You're very disappointed, aren't you?"

Bianca scorned, “If it weren't for Anthony, do you think you'll be able to escape unscathed?”

"Are you admitting that you're the mastermind behind this?” Anne asked.

“I'm the mastermind? Why don't I have any idea then? You have such a great imagination. It's a pity

that you're not writing novels!” Bianca mocked her. Upon saying that, she got into her car with a

pale face and left as she stepped on the gas. She was quite pissed off.

She failed again!

It did not matter for she would never give up!

How could she possibly let Anne stand on a higher ground flaunting her might and watching her

living so comfortably?

There must be other ways. There must be!

The surface area of the factory expansion was not great. Since it had collapsed, they had to start all

over again.

Anne picked another person from the company to be involved and guaranteed there would not be

any problems anymore this time.

-After this incident, the people of the company probably were more or less afraid of her. Just

because she

was young, they should not think of her as a weak person whom they could bully as they wished.

This was her father's company. She absolutely has to treat it as her own business and manage it

well.

She looked at the view of the streets outside the window that kept passing her by. Once she

thought of Nigel, Anne's tears would well up in her eyes...

Tommy called while she was still in the car.

“I'm not going,” said Anne.

“It's very rare for me to request something from you, isn't it?”

“Don’t bother me.” Anne was not in the mood.

“If you don't come, I'll go look for you at the company.”

Anne rubbed her teary eyes and agreed.

She arrived at the club.

Then, she was taken to the pool room.

Tommy was the only one in the pool room.

The top half of his body was pressed against the pool table. His entire figure was elongated and the

outline was sexy.

He was aiming at the white ball with the stick in his hand, then with a clack, three balls were

pocketed.

Good play.

Tommy turned his head back and looked at Anne. “Do you want to play?”

“I don’t know how.” Anne walked over and looked at all the balls scattered all over the pool table.

He was playing alone. He must truly be in the mood.

“I'll teach you.” Tommy chalked the top of the stick with the chalk in his hand.

Anne sat down on the chair at the side. “No need. What's your purpose in looking for me?”

“Play pool. Have lunch,” said Tommy.

“Let's have lunch then.” Anne stood up. She has to have lunch anyway, so she might as well have it

before. returning to the company.

Tommy walked over and pulled her up. “Pocket this ball.”

Anne looked at the red ball on the table that he was pointing at. It was very close to the white ball

and it looked like it was very easy to pocket.

In order to go have lunch sooner, Anne grabbed the cue stick from Tommy's hand. “What's so hard

about this? I've never played it myself, but I've seen others doing it.”

She mimicked how others did it and bent over the table. She used her left hand as support and her

right hand to push the cue stick.

Tommy grabbed her hand and helped her position her hand. “Like this.”

Their hands intimately touched, but Anne did her best to take it as a learning experience. “Don’t

underestimate me too much. It's just hitting the ball into the pocket. It's the pocket on the right,

isn't it? It's so near. It doesn't need any skill at all...”

As she said that, she pushed the cue stick with her might. After a clack, she saw the white ball

jumping over the red ball, flew out of the table, and landed on the ground with a loud thud