Anthony had always been able to keep his emotions under control, and he wouldn’t get angry easily.
An hour later, I received a call from Camelia. “Let’s have a talk, Sienna.”
I could tell from her tone that she was anxious. “Okay.”
“Are you free to go out?”
I cast a glance at Summer. She was lying on the sofa, and she was about to fall asleep.
“I’m afraid not.”
There was a pause before she said, “Anthony bought most of the White Corporation’s shares at a high price. Together with the fake news of White Corporation’s shares falling, the rumours about the three of you, and him cooperating with other investment companies to crush White Corporation. Why is he so ruthless?”
I know nothing much about the stock market. But from what Camelia had said, it seemed to have reached a critical stage.
“I’m not quite sure about this. Perhaps you can find out what did Marcus said to Anthony at Emery’s wedding.” Women should never interfere in the battle among men.
She sighed. “Sienna, you don’t have to worry about any losses because Anthony is backed by a ten- year HiTech company. But that is not the case with White Corporation. For the past few years, things are not looking good. OrbitTech was acquired by White Corporation in a short four years’ span. Although it’s profitable, it can’t be compared to HiTech. Anthony loves you, so please ask him to have some mercy.”
I felt a sense of annoyance after hearing that. Clamping down on my emotion, I asked, “Did Marcus asked you to say that?”
“Are you angry?” she asked irritably in return.
“Yes.”
“Sienna, Marcus is my fiancé and the father of my child. I have to defend him and help him. You can resent me all you want. But I’m begging you, please.”
“Anthony is my husband. Did you ever think of that before you asked me to help you?” I sighed and continued. “Camelia, you and I are the same. We stand by our men.”
After a pause, I said, “I won’t intervene in the matters concerning Marcus and White Corporation. If you really think of me as your friend, please stop with this emotional blackmail. I won’t participate in the business affairs and I won’t do anything to go against Anthony.”
I hung up the phone and composed myself. When I turned around, I saw that Summer had fallen asleep.
Initially, I wanted to sit for the admission test. But as the day went by, I missed my admission test.
That evening.
When Anthony returned home, he looked somewhat tired, probably still a little hungover.
Seeing me sitting dazedly in the living room, he put down the car key and walked over to me. He pulled me into his arms and asked gently, “Why didn’t you give me a call?”
I was taken aback for a moment. I looked up at him, and my eyes fell on his evening shadow. “I’m afraid that you’re busy.”
He leaned his head on my shoulder and said, “Nothing is more important than you.”
After a few seconds, he asked, “What’s for dinner?” He scanned the living room and asked, “Where’s Summer?”
“She’s asleep in her bedroom. She was running a fever this morning,” I said. I wondered if I should ask him about Marcus.
He nodded and cuddled me. “Jared came over?”
I answered with a yes. After being silent for a moment, I looked up at him and said, “I saw the news this morning. Featherstone Corporation bought quite a few shares in OrbitTech. Is Featherstone Corporation venturing into the AI sector?”
It wasn’t a straightforward question. But he had a strong insight, and he could tell what I really wanted to ask.
Anthony’s expression darkened and he asked, “Who called you today?”
For a moment, he realized that his tone was a little too harsh. He controlled himself and said, “I’ll take care of the business side of things. Don’t worry about it.”
Although he sounded gentle, there was a hint of coldness in his words.
I understood what he meant. He didn’t want me to get involved, and he had his own way of dealing with the matter between Marcus and him.
I pursed my lips and looked down at my fingers. “Give yourself a break.”
He got up, and before heading to his study, he turned towards me. “Actually, there are still some things I need to deal with. I’ll try to get it done asap, and see you in a bit.”
I mellowed as I saw him walked further away. When I finally came back to my senses, I realized I forgot to check if he wanted dinner.
Regardless, I went to the kitchen, made some spaghetti, and brought it upstairs.
The door was left ajar, and I could see him on the phone.
I wasn’t sure what the conversation was about. The fountain pen in his hand landed so heavily on the contract that it pierced through it. The ink spread into quite a sizeable area from the persistent pressure. Something vexatious was brewing.
Those solemn dark eyes of his noticed what’d happened, but his hand was still driving the pen deeper into the table.
“Are you done?” Fury shadowed his face.
The person on the other end of the line seemed to sense the tightness in his voice. Nevertheless, the conversation continued.
“Brothers? Him and I? You don’t know what the market is like,” Anthony growled.
Yup, he is angry.
After he hung up, ferocity lurked in every corner of his narrowed eyes. He glanced at the patch of ink, lifted his hand, and proceeded with signing as if everything was okay.
Splash! The flick of his wrist spilled his coffee.
He maintained his poise, pulled a few sheets of tissue, and pressed his desk dry.
All these years jostling in the market had made him stoic. A poker face was his go-to expression.
After going through certain phases in life, a man would know clearly what he desired and what he’d rather keep his hands off. Those were the means of survival.
Knock, knock!
Anthony looked towards the door and saw me standing outside. “So, what have you brought me?” The gloom that was on his face a second ago vanished. A faint smile supervened.
I smiled back and walked into the room. After putting the spaghetti on his desk, I wiped the remaining coffee off, feigning oblivion.
After that, I scooped the tissues from his hand and chucked them into the bin. “I’ve made some meatball spaghetti. It’s my first time making it though.”
He gave out a warm twinkle, sat himself down, and munched away as if what happened just now was a trivial event.
“By the way, how’s Aunt Sally?” I asked as I tidied the desk.
Sally was Marcus’ stepmother. Thus, it wasn’t wrong to say that Anthony and Marcus are cousins.
“Umph!” He responded with spaghetti still bunged up in his mouth.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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