Chapter 140

"Then..." "It's up to you." Anne was stunned, and Anthony hung up the phone. Did that mean she could go? Since when did she have so much freedom? Anthony threw the phone aside, his face was indifferent and his black eyes like a falcon's. "Is there any news from the police station?" "No," Oliver said. Every time he made a phone call, the entire police station panicked, and the investigators were under enormous pressure to find the murderer. However, there were still no useful clues. Anthony's black eyes were as dark as ink. "Assassination at the manor, Cheyenne's death, if I'm not mistaken, they were done by the same person." Oliver was shocked. "How are they related? Do you want to put the blame on Mr. Marwood and worsen the relationship between you and Miss Vallois? Are you sure you want to do that?" Anthony sneered. "They're coming for me." Oliver's expression changed. "The Marwood family…?" "I'm going to the banquet," Anthony instructed. Oliver nodded. "O