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Anna pulled Pox along, her steps growing increasingly hurried as they silently navigated through the crowd. Her expression was cold and focused, clearly aware that the situation was rapidly deteriorating. However, just as they were about to step out of Andaro's private area, a line of men in black suddenly appeared ahead, their faces devoid of emotion, standing rigidly in the corridor like a wall of ice, blocking their path.
Pox, oblivious to the hostility emanating from these men, continued to adjust his disheveled collar while muttering in confusion, "Anna, what are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry..." His tone was filled with impatience.
Yet Anna ignored his complaints, her gaze fixed intently on the black-clad figures before them, sensing the cold aura of danger they radiated. She tightened her grip on Pox's hand, leaning slightly forward with her body tense like a drawn bow, ready to respond to any sudden change. It was only then that Pox realized something was amiss; his pace slowed involuntarily as his eyes finally landed on the group of men in black.
He tried to maintain politeness, forcing a smile as he addressed them, "Excuse me, we just want to..."
But Anna's hand shot out, swiftly and firmly patting his waist to signal him to stop speaking immediately. The force of her touch startled Pox momentarily; before he could gather his thoughts, her icy glare froze him in place, words caught in his throat. He stared at Anna, seeing her eyes alert and resolute, as if issuing a silent command: do not make any rash moves.
The black-clad men stood straight, their eyes revealing a glimmer of chilling hostility. Their gazes swept over the two like blades, exuding an unmistakable pressure that suggested they could pounce at any moment and tear them apart. Pox's body tensed up instantly; words lodged in his throat made breathing feel labored. He felt Anna's fingers pressing against his arm as she urged him to remain calm, but sweat began to bead on his forehead as an indescribable fear crept into his heart.
Both of them were fixated on the black-clad figures ahead, the sound of their heartbeats echoing in Anna's ears like drumbeats. Just then, heavy footsteps approached from behind, each step resonating with a somber echo. The footsteps drew closer slowly and deliberately, as if intentionally prolonging the moment to create an inescapable sense of pressure. Andaro finally appeared; his figure loomed under the soft lighting, swaying slightly like a drunken giant. His face was flushed from drinking too much, and the greasy smile spread across his face made him look not only ridiculous but also exuded an unsettling sense of lewdness and danger.
Andaro's small eyes locked onto Anna with an icy stare filled with sinister desire, as if he wanted to consume her whole. That gaze sent a chill creeping up Anna's spine; however, she stood still and composed, concealing all emotional turmoil.
Pox clearly did not notice the strange atmosphere; he still tried to muster a polite smile and stammered nervously to ease the tension. "Uncle Andaro... what's going on here...?"
Yet Andaro dismissed his question entirely, not even sparing him a glance as if he were merely an inconsequential character. His gaze was fixated on Anna like a venomous snake assessing its prey. His smile morphed into one of cruel amusement as if he were admiring an imminent catch, revealing an overwhelming desire for control beneath the surface.
At that moment, one of the black-clad men beside Andaro moved silently closer to Pox and unexpectedly grabbed his shoulder from behind. Pox barely had time to react before a powerful grip clamped down on him; fingers dug into his flesh like steel claws, instantly robbing him of all strength to resist.
"Ah—" Pox let out a suppressed groan of pain, shock and confusion filling his eyes. He bit back the urge to ask questions as the man tightened his grip further; pain shot through his shoulder like tearing flesh. He fell silent instantly, face paling as he trembled from the agony that coursed through him like fire. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he contorted in distress.
Andaro's lips curled into a sinister smile, his gaze firmly locked onto Anna, as if everything before him was merely a meticulously staged play, with him standing at the highest point as the puppeteer, looking down at the two ensnared in fear. He stepped closer, his voice laced with a cold mockery, "Miss Anna, what's this? Are you leaving already? The banquet has only just begun."
Anna remained silent, her heart racing with a sense of impending danger as she felt herself being cornered. Her palms began to sweat slightly, but she maintained a calm demeanor, her eyes icy and composed, as if this situation posed no threat to her. Yet she understood that the encirclement meant this confrontation would not end easily.
Anna kept her perfect smile, her lips curving slightly upward, her eyes reflecting a hint of regret as if she held an infinite respect for Andaro. She leaned in closer and spoke softly, "Oh dear... Mr. Andaro, I truly apologize. I noticed you seemed busy earlier and didn’t want to disturb you. I see Pox has had enough fun for now, so I thought I’d take my leave. It’s unfortunate to run into you just as I was about to depart; it’s quite rude of me." Her voice was gentle and melodious, her tone light, giving an impression of grace and poise, her expression flawless, as if her apology came from the depths of her heart.
However, Andaro's expression darkened bit by bit. His previously greasy smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spine. His eyes turned icy, his eyelids drooping slightly as his pupils shrank to pinpricks; his once flushed cheeks tightened with rage, veins bulging visibly. His expression resembled an ancient glacier cracking apart, anger and disdain intertwining on his face like a volcano ready to erupt.
"You whore!" Andaro suddenly roared, his voice deep and thunderous with fury, akin to a beast's low growl. "You filthy prostitute! How dare you deceive me!"
Before he could finish speaking, the air around them felt suffocating under the weight of his anger. Pox flinched at the outburst, frozen in place. He had never seen this side of Andaro; the man who was once regarded with respect now revealed himself as an enraged beast, unmasking the hatred and murderous intent within him.
"Do you think I'm a fool?!" A sinister smile crept across Andaro's face as he pointed at Anna, continuing his tirade. "Dawey's daughter has been dead for ages! Dead abroad! Who are you really? Do you think you can just assume an identity and play me for a fool?" His fingers trembled with rage that was spiraling out of control.
Those words struck Pox like a dagger. His body shuddered slightly as the smile vanished from his face, replaced by shock and confusion that he could not conceal. He looked at Anna in disbelief as if this woman he had grown close to had suddenly become a stranger. His mind went blank; he began to doubt his own judgment. He had never considered that Anna might not be Dawey's daughter. Andaro's declaration that she had "long been dead" hit him like a wake-up call, stirring up immense turmoil within him; fear and bewilderment flickered in his eyes as if a terrifying truth had been unveiled before him.
Yet Anna remained composed, still wearing that faint smile on her face, completely unfazed by Andaro's fury. She tilted her chin slightly upward and met Andaro's gaze with cool determination, showing no signs of panic but rather exuding calm resolve. She gently patted Pox on the shoulder to reassure him while silently conveying that she did not need to explain herself.
This calmness only fueled Andaro's rage further. He clenched his fists tightly; the color drained from his face while emotions surged within him like a tempest. His nostrils flared slightly in agitation at Anna's unyielding demeanor.
"Are you still playing innocent?" Andaro's tone was dark and deliberate as he spoke each word slowly, thick with sarcasm. "At this point, do you really think you can toy with me?" His hostile gaze pierced through Anna like a blade, seemingly intent on stripping away all her schemes and exposing them to the light of day.
However, Anna merely smiled faintly; that smile was cool yet tinged with an elusive mockery as if she had anticipated everything all along.
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