Chapter 245


    Mr. Dickson and his men surrounded Robert, where he was hung, as they eyed Anthony anxiously and


    warily.


    Mr. Dickson’s dagger trembled with his hand, but he managed to muster all his courage to blurt out,


    “Boss Bailey, I’m sorry to have offended you, b-but please understand our difficulty… We don’t have


    any choice..!”


    “Times’ up.” Anthony’s lips curled up slightly.


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    As the men were confused at what Anthony meant, he had already taken out a dark-colored weapon


    from the inner pocket of his suit.


    He raised it and aimed right at Mr. Dickson’s forehead.


    Mr. Dickson’s eyes narrowed as he raised his dagger, ready to cut the rope. With that, Boss Bailey


    must be threatened and would hold back his shot Bang!


    Anthony pulled the trigger.


    Before Mr. Dickson’s dagger could even cut the rope, the dark-colored weapon had already shot his


    forehead, and fresh blood spurted from his wound like a fountain.


    What speed… It happened in the blink of an eye! Boss Bailey was able to stop him on the second his


    dagger was about to graze the rope!


    Mr. Dickson’s body jolted vigorously. His dagger fell into the bottomlesske as he fell backward.


    “Mr. Dickson!”


    The rest of the men rushed up to hold on to him. No one cared about their promised five million


    anymore as they fell on their knees and begged for their lives.


    “Please forgive us, Boss Bailey! Please forgive us! We’ve made a mistake, it’s our fault…! This man is


    all yours, please…” With that, the men bowed down low as they dragged on Mr. Dickson to leave as


    fast as they could.


    Anthony had no heart to deal with them, and he kept the weapon in his pocket as he walked toward


    Robert. He untied the knot on the tree and, with a strong pull, Robert-who was hanging mid-airnded


    on the grass.


    Robert looked at the man before him, his eyes filled with shock. Every gesture of his was so elegant


    and exquisite. Why would such an important figuree and save him?


    “Why did you save me?” Robert feebly asked.


    Anthony stared down at him as he stood still, his lips curled up slightly. “I’m your brother-inw.”


    Five words, uttered somewhat like an announcement with a hint of fervency.


    Robert was downright baffled at such an announcement. Brother-inw? Anthony Bailey was his


    brother-inw?


    Robert had three sisters: His eldest sister Tiffany’s reputation waspletely ruined; his second eldest


    sister Charmine had lost her chaste five years ago; his third sister Amelia was still locked in the


    basement for ‘reflection purposes’ and had note out to the light.


    What ‘inw’ could this Anthony Bailey possibly be of his?


    At that moment, the door to Anthony’s luxury car flung open. As he ran with his two short legs shakily,


    Chris called out, “Daddy, Daddy, it’s bad! The bad guy is proposing to Mommy!”


    Proposing?


    Anthony took the device from Chris and looked at the screen. At the morous Night of Glory, Julian


    was kneeling with a bouquet of roses in front of Charmine. Right on time, Charmine stated, “Alright, I


    have three conditions. If you can fulfill them, we can be officiated tonight.”


    Officiated tonight!


    Was Charmine genuinely giving Julian another shot?


    A man like Julian would ept all of her conditions, even if there were 30 of them!


    Anthony clenched his fists so tightly that the knuckles turned white. As he was about to bring out his


    phone to make a call, Charmine began to state her conditions.


    “Firstly, you need to tell everyone what Tiffany did to me, with you as the witness sending her off to jail!”