Chapter 989 Jane was in our hands
Anthony's nonchalant expression faded, replaced by a cold demeanor as he gazed at Jane.
He thought, 'Disgusting?'
"Anthony Clark, please remember who you are. You have a fiancée. Let me emphasize once more that I, Jane Watkins, will not be the one to destroy someone else's family, nor do I wish to become your wife because of it!"
Jane pressed the service bell, summoning the waiter to remove the candlelit dinner and roses from the hotel room.
If they weren't on a crowded cruise ship, Jane would have stormed out.
Unable to leave freely, Jane turned on the TV, pretending to watch it, ignoring Anthony entirely.
After a while, a steward from the cruise knocked on the door, first repeating the service request they had received, then asking Anthony if he really wanted to remove the candlelight dinner and roses.
This was specially arranged by the cruise organizers upon hearing that Anthony had brought a female companion this time.
"Remove them."
"Yes, sir."
The steward acted swiftly, and the suite soon returned to normal.
Anthony glanced at the TV, which was playing a geological documentary. Not only was this a topic Jane would absolutely not enjoy, but she also couldn't understand it.
Jane was a science student, and her high school geography was notoriously poor. Her reason for not studying geography was particularly simple. She said, "Do you really think I'll be digging in the dirt?"
If geologists and cartographers heard this, they would probably be infuriated.
Anthony looked at Jane a few times. She showed no sign of yielding, stubbornly staring at the TV.
Anthony was also infuriated. He had explained everything, yet Jane still didn't believe him.
Anthony couldn't believe Jane would use the word disgusting.
Anthony's footsteps receded, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Anthony had stormed out of the room.
Jane looked at the door in disbelief. She hadn't even lost her temper, so waht was wrong with him?
Anthony, a soon-to-be father with a fiancée, wanted to flirt with Jane but got scolded by her, yet he was the one throwing a tantrum?
Jane was angry, huffing and puffing. She angrily lay down on the sofa, hugging a pillow and pounding it a few times.
Clint called Anthony, informing him about catching Aurora attempting an abortion and assuring him that he would keep a close watch on her.
After discussing the main issue, Clint keenly sensed something was off with Anthony's mood.
"Mr. Clark, did you have another argument with Ms. Watkins?" Besides Jane, Clint couldn't think of anyone else who could make Anthony so emotionally exposed.
Anthony remained silent, taking a sip of his drink.
Clint sighed quietly. He had known Jane for almost as long as he had known Anthony, and he understood proud yet dignified Jane very well.
Clint couldn't guess why Anthony and Jane were arguing, but he knew what might be troubling Jane.
"Mr. Clark, why don't you just tell Ms. Watkins that Ms. Dewar's child has nothing to do with you?" Clint suggested, "If you tell Ms. Watkins this, she surely won't think you have any ties with Ms. Dewar."
Anthony sneered coldly, "If she knew, do you think she would agree to me utilizing that child?"
Jane appeared cold, but her heart was softer than anyone else's. She wouldn't allow him to use an innocent child in adult games, to let that child be born with a false identity and without anyone's expectations.
Clint fell silent. 'Indeed, she wouldn't agree,' Clint thought.
"Mr. Clark, alone?"
Just as Anthony hung up the phone, a voluptuous blonde woman approached, her body attempting to press against Anthony as she spoke.
Anthony extended his arm, pointing to the marble table on his right, his eyes full of impatience. He said, "Back up a bit. Who sent you?"
Women like this, who proactively approached him, were countless in such settings. Some had backgrounds and sought cooperation, while others used their bodies to find wealthy men. And they boarded this ship with their bodies as their bargaining chips.
The blonde woman hesitated for a moment, trying to get closer to Anthony, but was intimidated by the coldness in his eyes. So she reluctantly moved away.
"Mr. Clark, you really don't appreciate the finer things," the blonde woman said with a flirtatious look. "Or perhaps, Mr. Clark, you are also captivated by women. Why pretend? Am I not good enough? Am I not pretty enough, or is my figure not good enough?"
"Once more, stay away from me," Anthony said. He was in a bad mood, his cold face showing a hint of menace. "If your perfume gets on me, I might just kill you."
"My perfume?" The blonde woman sniffed herself. The scent was one of the classic mature fragrances, Reversal Lindwell, favored by many playful men. She speculated, "Mr. Clark, are you worried Ms. Watkins will get jealous?"
Anthony didn't deny it, and his patience was nearly exhausted. He placed a few dollar bills under his glass and walked away.
"Mr. Clark!" the blonde woman suddenly called out loudly, stopping Anthony. Her expression shifted from seduction to calculation. "Mr. Clark, Mexica the Richardson family."
Anthony paused, squinting at the blonde woman.
Mexica the Richardson family was precisely where Anthony had previously tracked Jovan.
'It seems she is here to deliver a message. Or perhaps, she is a lure,' Anthony thought.
"Who sent you?" Anthony stepped forward, gripping the blonde woman's neck with a powerful hand, as if he could snap it at any moment.
The blonde woman's expression didn't change. "Follow me, and you'll find out."
Night fell.
The wind on the deck grew stronger.
Anthony followed the blonde woman out of the interior of the cruise ship and onto the deck. They went down one level on the stairs.
"Whose side are you on?" Anthony asked while observing her.
From the way she walked, it was clear that the the blonde woman was a trained individual with exceptional skills.
Calluses on her thumb and forefinger indicated years of handling firearms.
"Guess!" The blonde woman turned and smiled.
A cold glint flashed in Anthony's eyes as he moved forward quickly and threw a punch at the blonde woman.
The blonde woman was prepared, sidestepping and flipping over the railing to evade to the other side.
"What does Mr. Clark mean by this?" The blonde woman continued to smile.
Anthony didn't respond as a sudden thought crossed his mind. He turned to head back.
"Mr. Clark, please stay!" The blonde woman swiftly moved back, blocking Anthony's path.
"Move!" Anthony's face was dark and stern.
The blonde woman laughed, "I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly. I've already lured you out. Do you think I'll let you go back to save Jane Watkins?"
Anthony cursed and engaged the blonde woman in a fight. He didn't want to prolong the battle, only wanting to return to the room quickly to guard Jane.
But the blonde woman wouldn't let him go. She would rather get injured than let him leave.
"Mr. Clark, give up! Even if you go back now, Jane is already in our hands."
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