The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1082 He Holds Her Soft Waist Tightly

Chapter 1082 He Holds Her Soft Waist Tightly

At Callahan Residence.

It was already two-thirty, and Anthony still hadn't shown up. Mavis was restless, constantly checking

her phone in between chatting with Paloma.

Paloma noticed her unease and turned to the butler beside her. "Saul, call Anthony's assistant and ask

how much longer he'll be. Don't let Mavis and the lawyer wait any longer."

"Okay." Saul picked up the villa's phone and put it on speaker as he dialed Zack.

"Zack, where's Mr. Callahan? Is he still at the office?"

"Mr. Callahan left an hour ago; he should have been home by now."

Saul hesitated before turning to look at Paloma for guidance.

After receiving a nod from her, Saul hung up on Zack and tried calling Anthony directly.

But no one answered his phone.

Paloma was getting frustrated. "What is that kid playing at?"

Even Mavis felt like Anthony was purposely messing with her, "Grandma, forget it; maybe today isn't a

good day for divorce talks anyway. Maybe he went off to do something else instead of coming here

today? I'll make sure we schedule another meeting soon."

Paloma felt reluctant to let her go. "You're always welcome here. Even if you do get divorced from him

in the future, you will always have a place here whenever you want to visit Alistair."

Mavis froze momentarily before deciding not to say anything else.

She realized that while Paloma respected her decision about getting divorced from Anthony, she hadn't

considered whether she wanted custody of Alistair or not - Paloma assumed that Alistair would stay

within their family regardless of what happened between them.

After some thought though, Mavis decided against saying anything more than just thanking her politely.

"I understand. Thank you so much, Grandma!"

Paloma had poor legs and feet, so she only watched Mavis and Harvey out of the hall of the villa, and

Saul personally escorted them out.

Since taxis were hard to come by around this area, Mavis planned on walking Harvey down towards a

crossroad about one kilometer away where there were more cars passing through.

On their way out, Mavis apologized again, "I'm sorry I made you come all this way for nothing today."

Harvey smiled, "It's alright. If there are any further meetings scheduled between you and Mr.

Callaghan, I've been instructed by Ms. Lloyd herself, to be available anytime. So don't worry, I can

come whenever needed."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," Harvey said as he pulled out a copy of the divorce agreement from his briefcase and

handed it to her. "Take a look at the contents of this agreement, and if there's anything you want to add

or modify, feel free to contact me anytime."

"Okay," she replied.

She took the divorce agreement from him and then pulled out about a thousand dollars in cash from

her purse. She handed it over to Harvey as payment for his taxi ride back to Lloyd's Corp and for

making the trip today.

After seeing Harvey off, she stood alone at the intersection, leaning against a tree with a tired sigh.

She had lost sleep last night worrying about today's events and had been busy all morning only for it all

to be in vain.

It was true that plans couldn't keep up with changes; Anthony was such a cunning man that she

needed to be more vigilant next time.

Thinking dejectedly, she took out her phone intending on contacting Moore.

The phone rang for several seconds before being answered by a low-pitched male voice that sounded

casual but familiar at the same time.

Although he only said one word, there was something magnetic about his tone of voice that made

Mavis think twice whether or not she dialed correctly. Indeed it was Moore on the other end of line after

confirming multiple times herself!

"You...?" Mavis asked hesitantly.

The man chuckled lightly before teasingly saying, "You can't even recognize my voice?"

Mavis' pupils shrank as her breath caught in her throat. "Anthony! Why do you have Moore's phone?

What did you do? No wonder why you didn't come back home. You went looking for Moore instead?"

"Your little lover came all this way to Crana. As your husband, I naturally have an obligation to treat him

well." Anthony replied nonchalantly while exuding coldness through every word he spoke - like an evil

demon whispering into someone's ear...

Who knew what kind of extreme behavior Anthony would resort when angry?

"I'm not like you who likes playing around with others! Don't try blaming me when I've told you

countless times we're just friends!" Mavis retorted defensively while feeling anxious inside

Anthony remained silent on his end causing Mavis' anxiety levels rise even higher until finally blurting

out, "Anthony, don't hurt him! If there's anything wrong, take it up with me!"

Her protective behavior towards Moore irritated Anthony greatly, prompting him hang up without

another word and leaving Mavis shouting into empty air, "Anthony!"

But soon enough, she received another message from Moore's phone containing specific details

regarding the hotel room number along with two words attached [Come Over].

Mavis did not waste any time and immediately took a taxi to the location after receiving it.

It was easy to find the place with the corresponding room number.

Because there was a security guard standing at the entrance, the scene was very strong, and Mavis

knew Kane.

Kane saw her approaching and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Callahan has been waiting for you for a long

time. Please go in."

She nodded and pushed the door open.

The dark curtains in the room were drawn, casting a dim light. Only a blue floor lamp was turned on,

and there was no sound at all, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

"Anthony? Moore?"

She tentatively stepped inside, but Kane closed the door behind her with a flick of his wrist.

With a loud bang of the door closing, Mavis shuddered with an unknown fear in this place.

There was no terrifying bloody smell as imagined, but a strong tobacco scent wafted in the air. Mavis

coughed a few times, unsure if it was from smoking too many cigarettes.

"Anthony?..."

Her both wrists were gripped, and a strong force pulled her aside.

She didn't have time to react, and after a dizzying moment, she fell into a person's wide embrace.

The strong smell of tobacco hit her nose, causing her to instinctively frown.

However, all of her expressions were seen clearly by Anthony. "You always give me this disgusted look

whenever you see me. It's really unpleasant."

Mavis spoke directly, "I remember you quit smoking in front of Alistair. Why did you start again?"

"Before going home in the evening, I will take a shower and change my clothes, which will not affect

our son."

He lifted Mavis' chin with one hand and sneered, "Can't stand the smell of smoke? Does Moore not

usually smoke?"

"He doesn't smoke."

Although she spoke the truth, Anthony's expression became even colder.

But before seeing Moore, Mavis didn't have time to care about his emotions.

"Where did you hide Moore? What did you do to him?"

Anthony lowered his gaze and tightened his lips into a line. "You really care about him, don't you? But if Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I were to take care of him, what could you do to me?"

Mavis was so overwhelmed with anger and frustration that she felt like suffocating.

Did he think he was an outlaw?

"Anthony, if you dare to commit any illegal acts, I will report you to Malcolm and have NIB handle it. I

believe that Malcolm will enforce the law impartially and will not show any favoritism towards you."

He sneered, and his deep blue eyes were filled with darkness and gloom.

The next second, he hugged her soft waist tightly, with such force that it seemed like he could crush

her waist.

His eyes were full of intense possessiveness.

"Anthony, you hurt me! You..."

Her lips were blocked by his, and his kisses came overwhelmingly, so overbearing that there was no

room for resistance, and he kept biting her lips cruelly.

It seemed to swallow her whole life.

Mavis opened her eyes wide in fright and beat him hard.

It was another forced kiss. This scumbag was addicted to bullying her!

The air that can enter her nasal cavity became increasingly thin, and even her chest cavity was almost

overwhelmed by pressure.

Anthony didn't intend to let her go at all, and won't give up until he sucked her dry.

Between shoving, her mind went blank.

In a state of confusion, she was pinned to a bed.