Chapter 50

"I know, I'll put it away later." "Okay." Anne pretended to suddenly think of something. "Can I borrow your mobile phone to make a call? Well… I'm sorry, we are not allowed to make calls during work, but I have something to tell my family…" "It's okay, there you go!" The customer kindly gave her the phone. "Thank you!" Anne immediately called her mother, "Mom, can you buy a cell phone for me when you have time in the afternoon? A cheap one. I'll get it when I go there." After the conversation, she returned the phone to the customer. It was about eleven o'clock at night when Anne finished taking a shower, changed her clothes, and went out. She took the back door again. She did not notice the Rolls Loyce that had entered her area. Through the tinted car windows, Anthony's cold, black eyes stared into the distance, like a beast staring at its prey silently. His slender fingers rested on the handrail, and he tapped rhythmically as if he was plotting the demise of his target. Anne