Kenneth wasn’t joking around. He knew Anthony better than anyone. The man was powerful, untouchable, and always kept his distance. Nobody in their right mind would mess with him. Lottie, on the other hand, was sweet and innocent, open-hearted and a little delicate. She just wasn’t in Anthony’s league.
“Playing games?” Anthony glanced over at Charlotte, who was in the car, head down, busy with her phone. A sly smile tugged at his lips. “Not just anyone gets my attention. I don’t waste my time or energy on girls I don’t actually like.”
At least that sounded honest for once.
Kenneth let out a cough, his face softening up. “My grandpa still doesn’t know Lottie’s living with you. If he finds out, you’re on your own, man.”
“Alright.”
Kenneth frowned, thrown off. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll make some time to get on Robert’s good side. Cheer him up a bit.”
Typical. Kenneth couldn’t help thinking Anthony was a shrewd businessman through and through.
He knew Anthony was trustworthy, so he didn’t say much more. Still, that smug look on Anthony’s face was annoying. On his way out, Kenneth tossed one last jab over his shoulder.
“With all that free time, maybe you should focus on staying young. Watch out or some bright, good-looking guy at school might sweep Charlotte off her feet.”
He was gone before Anthony could even react.
Sweep her off her feet? Anthony’s expression went cold in an instant. He was both annoyed and kind of helpless. Like he’d ever let that happen. She could try all she wanted.


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