"You actually try to get Lyra killed?"
Shane was a little unconvinced, and the force in his hand loosened slightly.
Anthony paled because of this. It was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe, and he continued to answer with confirmation, "Shane, you have not experienced the real despair. For me, as long as Malcolm can die, no matter what it costs, it is okay for me."
"I love Lyra as much as I do. She ran off with Malcolm on our wedding day with determination, leaving me as a joke. I can't forgive that either."
"Since they are so in love, let them be a pair of dead lovebirds."
He had a miserable but bitter smile, which was a bit creepy.
Shane raised an eyebrow, watched his expression and withdrew his hand, "You really are a madman, mentally distorted but that's good."
He held back the unpleasant feeling and coughed gently. His face was expressionless.
Shane's tone softened as he caressed his neck with the back of his hand. And Anthony's neck already had a slight red mark where Shane had just pinched.
"Since you've finished your toast, there's nothing more for you to do in the garden. Go back to your room and rest."
"Okay, Shane."
"Hmm." Shane slightly withdrew his eyes and turned to leave the corner.
Until his figure completely melted into the bustling scene of the garden, Anthony just took a breath of relief carefully.
He took out a packet of unopened powder from his pocket, and his palm clenched it tightly.
Shortly after Shane left, Lyra made herself less eye-catching and appeared in front of him, bypassing everyone in the garden.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
...
Shane, who had just returned to the hall, was stopped by the butler who was only now getting the time.
"Mr. Shane, something bad is happening."
The butler, who looked panic, came close to Shane's ear and spoke in a very low voice, "Mr. Shane, the key to the penthouse is missing. Only Mr. Anthony came near me before the party started."
Shane's face gradually changed. He got angry and shouted while gnashing, "Anthony!"
He turned around and wanted to go to the villa, was stopped by the butler, "Mr. Shane, please don't get angry first. This is only my suspicion. There are so many guests tonight. It is not appropriate to publicize the matter of the penthouse. Mr. Malcolm is here too. It's easy to cause fluctuation."
After a short period of anger, Shane quickly restrained himself.
He handed his penthouse key to the butler and calmly instructed, "Keep it quiet for now. Find an opportunity to go up to the penthouse and check the situation. And double check if anything has been lost."
"Yes."
The butler turned around and went to do it immediately.
Shane called for two more bodyguards, "Go upstairs and keep an eye on Anthony. Don't let him leave the room."
*
Anthony, who had just returned to his room, was pacing restlessly back and forth.
Everything was given to Rara, and the key to the penthouse had to be returned to the butler at a suitable time.
He watched the garden from time to time and tried to leave the room when he found two bodyguards outside the door.
"What are you doing here?"
The two bodyguards respectfully bent down, "Mr. Shane has said, you're not feeling well. Please stay in your room and rest."
"I have rested and it's fine. Tonight is my party. I'll go down and greet the guests with Shane. Is that okay?"
The bodyguards' expressions looked resolute, "No, Mr. Shane has said that you cannot leave the room. He should come to see you personally after the party."
No matter what he said, the two bodyguards didn't listen to him but replied with "Mr Shane said so".
Anthony suppressed his anger and slammed the door of the room shut with a heavy thud, isolating the two obnoxious bodyguards.
Was it possible that he had been exposed by controlling him so much?
He felt his trouser pocket. The key he stole from the butler was still there.
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