Chapter 13


    Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice called out to her, "Miss Sandra, Mr. Anthony is


    waiting for you inside." She looked up to see who was calling and realized it was William, Levy Smith''s


    personal assistant.


    She smiled at him and replied, "Thank you, please lead the way." As they entered the office, William


    informed her, "Miss Sandra, you can go in. Mr. Levy is inside." Sandra smiled again and walked into the


    office.


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    Upon entering, her eyes met a man who was as breathtakingly handsome as a jade sculpture. His face


    was chiseled and his eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing shade of blue. He was so strikingly beautiful


    that one might mistake him for an angel rather than a mere mortal. Sandra was momentarily stunned


    before regaining herposure.


    She politely asked, "Please forgive me, are you Mr. Levy Anthony?" Levy, hearing the enchanting voice


    that he had ever heard, turned to face her. What he saw left him utterly amazed. He never expected his


    wife to be so stunningly beautiful, as if she had descended from the heavens themselves.


    He had heard William mention that he would be marrying the "ugliest, stupid, good-for-nothing"


    daughter of the Smith family. Therefore, Levy came prepared to meet someone he assumed would be


    unattractive. To his astonishment, he was faced with the most breathtaking woman he had everid


    eyes on. Her radiance and demeanor were not those of someone raised in a humble vige but rather


    of a queen whomanded the world. It made him question whether he had received urate


    information about her.


    As Sandra greeted him once again, he snapped out of his stupor. Levyposed himself and said, "I


    apologize for my earlier confusion. I am Levy Anthony, and if I''m not mistaken, you are Sandra Smith."


    Sandra smiled at him and said, "Yes, it''s me. Nice to meet you. Let''s begin with the registration." Her


    demeanor surprised Levy. It was the first time someone had treated him with indifference, as if they


    hadn''t even noticed his presence.


    Instead of feeling frustrated, he felt a sense of intrigue and satisfaction. He thought to himself, "This is


    even better than I had thought." In that moment, he believed he had finally encountered his equal,


    someone as aloof and mysterious as himself.


    Keeping his emotions in check, Levy shed aposed smile and responded, "Very well, let''s


    proceed." The registration process proceeded smoothly, and within a matter of minutes, they were


    formally dered as husband and wife. As they nced at their marriage certificate before leaving the


    registration office, a subtle aura of mystique surrounded them.


    On their way out, Sandra halted Levy and spoke in a cool, detached tone, "Mr. Anthony, if you ever find


    yourself regretting this marriage, remember that you are free to seek a divorce. I will not impose myself


    on you."


    Levy''s gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, his expression impassive. He replied with a hint of


    iciness, "Miss Sandra Anthony, allow me to assure you that when I made the decision to marry you,


    divorce was never a consideration, not in this lifetime. In this union, there is no room for separation,


    only the possibility of widowhood." With that, he gestured for her to follow him, leading her towards


    their shared home.


    She stood in ce for a moment before finally deciding to follow him. Hearing hismitment to be


    with her for a lifetime filled her with immense happiness. He was the first person who had shown such


    willingness and expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with her. She couldn''t help but chuckle


    at her own thoughts.


    Soon, they came to a halt in front of a sleek, limited edition Lamborghini. Levy turned to her and said in


    a cold, detached tone, "Wife, enter the car. I have important matters to attend to. We will talk in the


    evening."


    She nced at him and then at the luxurious car before obediently getting in. It seemed as though he


    had an understanding of what she was thinking as he remarked, "I don''t know how the rumors of the


    Anthony family''s downfall started, but oddly enough, it brings a sense of tranquility to me and my


    family."


    With that, they drove off, their auras emanating an air of aloofness and detachment that mirrored their


    true nature.


    He remained silent about his family''s whereabouts and their wealth. Neither did he confirm whether


    they still resided in City A or had moved to another city. It was a game of intelligence and subtlety


    between them. As they made their way to his house, he proposed having lunch together.


    Sandra replied with a smile, saying very little. Both of them were astute individuals who understood the


    unspoken dynamics between them. Although she wasn''t upied, she insisted, "I can have lunch


    alone. You mentioned being busy, so it''s fine."


    Levy retorted, "Indeed, I have many responsibilities, but I always make time for my wife. I cannot be a


    neglectful husband, especially not on our first day of marriage. So, wife, where would you like to have


    lunch?"


    Sandra suggested, "Let''s go to your favorite restaurant, if you have one. I''ve just returned to this city, so


    I''m not familiar with good dining establishments."


    "Let''s go to Brovard. It''s a fine restaurant with exquisite cuisine and breathtaking views," he responded


    before instructing William, who was driving, to ce an order.


    "Thank you, husband," Sandra yfully teased him, reciprocating his earlier banter. William, who was


    taken aback, almost lost control of the steering wheel. He never expected his boss to be so smitten by


    his wife so soon.


    Who was Levy Anthony? He was a man who had carved a formidable reputation in the business world


    at the tender age of 9. By the time he turned 18, he had assumed leadership of the Anthony family,


    striking fear into the hearts of both his family members and the entire capital city by the mere mention


    of his name.


    He was a nightmare to many, capable of unraveling lives with a single word. Yet here he was, teasing


    and smiling at his wife as if their marriage was not an arrangement. He couldn''t help but chuckle


    inwardly. If his subordinates were to witness him in this state, they might believe the sun had risen from


    the west. He silently vowed to treat Sandra with greater respect, recognizing that she had the potential


    to be his greatest challenge.