Chapter 1017 Anthony Clark, are you still alive?
After hanging up the phone, Jane stared blankly out the window, clearly feeling Anthony's intense stare behind her .
'Anthony broke off the engagement with Aurora? How could that be?' Jane thought.
Jane pulled out her phone and logged into a certain forum's inner circle group, where most of the members were socialites and heirs.
The news of Anthony and Aurora breaking off their engagement had been out for several days, and it was still a hot topic on the forum.
Some people were mocking Aurora's shattered dream of becoming a wealthy wife, since the Dewar family wasn't considered a top-tier family in that circle and didn't even rank.
Some were contemplating whether to seduce Anthony and become the next prospective wealthy wife.
Jane's gaze paused. Realizing what she was thinking, she immediately stopped herself and wanted to slap herself.
When scrolling further, she finally saw a post about the reason for Anthony and Aurora's broken engagement. It posted: [It is said that Mr. Clark broke off the engagement with Aurora because the child in Aurora's belly isn't Mr. Clark's!]
The post was new and not very popular yet, but anyone familiar with the Clark family knew that the content was highly credible.
'If the child is really Anthony's, not only would Anthony not abandon the child's mother, Ann would never agree to it!
'If it's not Anthony's child, then whose is it?
'What exactly happened?' Jane thought.
Anthony had told Jane early on that he wouldn't marry Aurora.
'Did he already know the child wasn't his?' she thought.
"Miss, we're here!" The taxi stopped in front of a courtyard.
Jane paid and got out of the car, temporarily putting Anthony and Aurora out of her mind.
As she entered the courtyard, she glanced and saw that Anthony's Porsche had also stopped.
This was a collectibles store, usually with few customers, but those who did buy often spent large sums, sometimes even astronomical amounts.
Jane walked around the hall but didn't see anything that caught her eye. She asked the attendant, "I want to buy your top-of-the-line collectibles, which could worth hundreds of thousands of dollars."
Seeing that she was an expert, the attendant smiled and brought out a catalog. "Ma'am, you can look at the pictures first. If you find something you like, I'll take you to the inner courtyard to see it."
Top-tier inkwells worth hundreds of thousands of dollars couldn't be displayed outside.
"Sir, may I help you with something?"
Jane was browsing the catalog when she heard another attendant greet a customer. She instinctively looked up and saw Anthony walk in.
"Give me what she's looking at," Anthony said to the attendant.
Anthony wore a Burberry trench coat worth several thousand dollars, handmade shoes worth several thousand dollars, and a Patek Philippe watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Even his cuff links were black diamonds.
The attendant smiled warmly and handed Anthony a catalog as well. "The lady is looking at our top-tier inkwells."
Jane frowned but said nothing, pretending not to know Anthony and continued reading.
"Hello, I'd like to see this turquoise one," Jane selected an inkwell.
The turquoise inkwell was carved with lion patterns and was said to be passed down from ancient times, with a good meaning.
"This way, ma'am." the attendant led Jane.
Just as the words fell, Jane heard Anthony say, "I want to see that one too."
"Ma'am, do you know this gentleman?" The attendant keenly noticed the subtle atmosphere between Jane and Anthony.
"Lead the way," Jane said to the attendant.
The attendant didn't dare say more, exchanged a glance with his colleague. Then each led Jane and Anthony to the inner courtyard to see the inkwell.
This was a two-entry house. In high society, it wasn't considered large, but as a store, it was more than sufficient.
The inkwell was covered with bulletproof glass. It seemed that its owner cherished his collectibles.
Jane's appraisal skills were honed from a young age with time, money, and resources. Moreover, she had a natural talent. After looking around twice, she decided on the inkwell.
Unexpectedly, the next moment she heard Anthony, who had followed in, say, "I want this one too."
This inkwell was unique, because there was only one item.
The two attendants exchanged glances. It was obvious that Anthony was deliberately causing trouble.
Jane forcefully closed the catalog in her hand and looked at Anthony expressionlessly.
"What do you want?"
Anthony leaned against the display case, one hand in his pocket, leisurely looking at Jane, as if to say, "Can't you hold back your words already?"
Anthony had always been a composed person. Otherwise, he couldn't have stayed undercover in the Watkins family for nearly four years.
Jane took a shallow breath, controlled her temper, and said to the attendant, "He's an uncultured person who doesn't understand inkwells and won't buy it. Wrap it up for me and I'll pay."
Anthony was stunned for a full second by Jane's comment, then chuckled.
The attendant, seeing this, roughly understood the entanglement between them. Since it wasn't a business rivalry, he went to get the key to the bulletproof display case.
The attendant serving Anthony noticed that Anthony wasn't here to buy something but to chase the girl, so he turned to get tea for Jane and Anthony.
The items in the room were covered with bulletproof glass, so there was no worry about theft.
And those who came here to buy things valued their reputation more than money and would never steal.
So the room was left with only Jane and Anthony.
Jane went from ignoring Anthony in the begining to now being preoccupied with the broken engagement between Anthony and Aurora.
'Is the child really not Anthony's?
'Does Anthony know from the beginning?
'If so, why does Anthony keep Aurora in the Clark family and act so concerned about Aurora and the child's safety?' Jane thought.
Suddenly, something flew over the courtyard wall and was thrown inside.
Jane only heard a hissing sound. Before she could see what it was, Anthony had grabbed her wrist and was pulling her forward.
After a few steps, a loud explosion sounded not far away.
Jane was pressed to the ground by a force; Anthony's strong arm protected her body, ensuring she wasn't hurt at all when she hit the ground.
Jane heard Anthony's painful grunts. She smelled gunpowder in the air, saw dust flying, and heard people running and screaming in fear.
"Oh my God!"
"Call the police!"
"Is anyone inside? Could there be casualties?"
"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
There was an explosion.
Jane was stiff, feeling that Anthony, who was protecting her, was also completely tense.
"Anthony, are you still alive?"
After a long while, Anthony finally spoke from behind her, "Jane, your voice is trembling."
Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
Anthony's voice was somewhat intermittent. Jane could clearly fell his weakness, but at least he was alive and still able to speak.
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