This was unreal.
Charlotte was sprawled on top of Anthony, her long lashes casting shadows over her eyes as she squinted at him. Embarrassment colored her pretty face, and she looked both annoyed and awkward.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Anthony held her by the waist, silent for a few seconds. Then his fingers reached for her cheek, his face tense and his voice cold, full of reproach.
“Mr. God, I have nothing to say to you.” Charlotte twisted away from his hand, her tone sharp as she sat up, collecting herself.
God. The enemy that N Organization had hated for so many years was actually Anthony. What a joke.
“Lottie…” Anthony frowned at her frosty attitude. He instinctively caught her wrist, his dark eyes scanning everyone who was still staring at them.
Hans felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked away and called out, “Everyone, back up ten meters!”
This was bad. Charlotte looked furious. The harder they’d chased her earlier, the harder it would be to calm her down now.
At the command, everyone in the Reaper Division shot a look at the two “men” with their hands locked together, shock flickering in their eyes.
So Anthony really did like men.
“You two, please step aside,” Hans said to Jackson and Adonis. He didn’t know what was going on between them and Charlotte, but for her sake, he kept his tone polite.



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