The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1066 That'S Not Bullying. That'S...

Chapter 1066 That's Not Bullying. That's...

The man behind her ignored her accusing gaze and snatched her phone without a word.

"You, you give it back to me!"

Moore quickly realized something was wrong on the phone, "Mavis, is there someone next to you?"

Mavis went to snatch the phone, but before she could say anything on the line, Anthony had already

put the receiver to his ear.

"Who are you?"

He questioned with a calm voice.

Moore was stunned, "Who are you? I am Mavis's boyfriend, and if you hurt her, I will not let you go!"

Mavis was confused.

"Boyfriend?"

Anthony furrowed his brows, a chill rising in the depths of his eyes, and a smirk tugging at the corners

of his lips. "How coincidental! I am her husband."

"You, you are..."

The phone was hung up by Anthony.

He grabbed Mavis' wrist again and looked down at her, questioning, "Boyfriend, really?"

Mavis avoided eye contact with him, her gaze dodging and lacking confidence. "This has nothing to do

with you," she said.

"What do you mean? From what I heard on the phone just now, are you planning to take our son over

there and raise him with that man?"

He laughed in anger, "I'm not even dead yet and you're already looking for a stepfather for our son? Or

was it because of him that you faked your death and left?"

What did this have to do with anything?

Mavis couldn't understand his thought process, but she didn't want to explain either because she felt

the same jealousy in her heart and was very unhappy.

"Why should I explain to you? It was clearly you who ignored the care of our son for those women and

even wanted to find him a stepmother. What right do you have to question me? And why are you

staring at me with such a scrutinizing gaze as if I'm a criminal?"

Anthony laughed again, "Which women? When did I ever say I wanted to find a stepmother for our

son?"

Mavis was too lazy to argue with him, "It's up to you whether you acknowledge it or not. Anyway, you

haven't changed in all these years."

When Jaqueline was brought into the Callahan Group, almost all employees could see that there was

something more than just a professional relationship between Anthony and Jaqueline. They could tell

that Anthony seemed to have feelings for Jaqueline.

Except for Anthony himself who denied it and insisted that she was like his sister.

Well, a scumbag was just someone who had many younger sisters.

Her heart was cold, and she looked away towards the "exit" sign in the corner.

Anthony pulled her forward and said, "We need evidence for everything. Don't go around accusing

people without proof."

"It's none of my business. Please talk about the divorce and child custody issues, Mr. Callahan."

Anthony closed his eyes, and tightened his hands around her waist, "I will talk to you, but not now, let's

go home first."

"Go... go home? Huh?"

Before she could react, the man suddenly bent down, carried her on his shoulder and took her away.

The pressure on her abdomen was unbearable, and her head was spinning. She struggled frantically

and punched Anthony's waist and back with fists.

"Put me down!"

Anthony stopped, and actually put her down this time. Surprisingly obedient?

However, Mavis's thoughts were shattered as soon as they came into being. Anthony grabbed her with

one hand, pulled off the dark tie with one hand, and neatly tied her hands to prevent her from struggling

too much before carrying her on his shoulder again.

Mavis was so angry that her chest was about to explode, "Are you crazy? Let go of me!"

Always acting stubbornly, only caring about his own happiness without any regard for her feelings.

Anthony ignored her completely, his arm wrapped around her knee pit to prevent her from struggling

and getting hurt.

Alistair was stunned to see the two of them return to the waiting room looking like this.

"Daddy, don't bully mommy! Daddy, you're bad!"

Anthony glanced at his son from afar and ordered, "Take Mr. Alistair back to Callahan Residence."

"Huh?" Alistair was confused. "Mommy, Daddy, aren't you going back?"

Anthony didn't explain and turned around to leave.

"Mommy!"

Alistair wanted to follow, but the bodyguard stopped him firmly. "Mr. Alistair, please don't follow them.

Mr. Callahan hasn't seen his wife for many years and probably has a lot to say to her alone. Please

don't disturb them."

"But, but Mommy's going to feel bad when Daddy just bullied her like that."

The bodyguards stifled their laughter and said, "That's not bullying, that's... being affectionate."

Having been by Anthony's side for five years, the bodyguards had never seen him act this way towards

a woman before. It seemed that she must be Mrs. Callahan after all.

...

A luxury car was parked below an old apartment building.

Anthony got off the car first and was about to turn around to carry Mavis, but she resisted and shrank

towards the other side of the car seat.

"I can walk by myself."

Anthony remained unmoved.

"Carrying it is uncomfortable. I feel like throwing up."

Her face was slightly pale, and she rarely spoke a gentle word.

Anthony was taken aback, but in the end he still pulled her out of the car, not by carrying her over his

shoulder, but by holding her in his arms.

"Be careful, this is a staircase building. If you fall, you might break your leg," Anthony's gaze lightly fell

on her face and his lips curved slightly. "If you become disabled, how will you raise your son in the

future?"

She was speechless.

Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed true.

Her bound hands were forced around Anthony's neck as he carried her up the stairs.

That old apartment was on the eighth floor and only accessible by stairs.

With Anthony holding her, they went upstairs effortlessly, without even breathing heavily.

Mavis didn't know why, but her ears turned red and she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

But she was annoyed.

"Anthony, you still make me hate you."

"Am I your most hated person?"

"Yes, the most hated."

"Shouldn't I be honored?" He smiled, making Mavis feel like hitting him.

What a jerk.

Mavis stared at his handsome face and felt angry. She gritted her teeth and leaned close to his ear Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

while he was distracted going upstairs. She bit his ear hard.

"Hiss..."

Anthony frowned and groaned softly. "Do you know that this kind of behavior is provocative for men?

Don't force me to do something to you right now."

Mavis's ears turned even redder as she realized too late that this action was a bit intimate. She quickly

let go of him because it didn't seem appropriate to bite anywhere else either.

She should have learned some martial arts when she was abroad so that Anthony couldn't control her

so easily now.

As she regretted it, Anthony suddenly chuckled softly. "No wonder our son has such a strong sense of

revenge. Turns out he takes after you."

She was speechless.

They walked all the way to the apartment door before Anthony put Mavis down and took out the key to

open it up.

It had been five years since anyone lived here, so Mavis thought it would be dusty inside.

But surprisingly enough, everything was clean.

The furniture layout remained exactly as before without any changes whatsoever.

It seemed like not only did he buy the entire apartment building but also hired someone to take care of

things here too.

"Why did you bring me back here?"

Anthony's eyes stared deeply into hers as he asked in return, "If not here, then where? Back at

Callahan Residence?"

What did he mean?

"No, I don't want to go back there."

Ignoring what she said completely, Anthony pulled her into the apartment while explaining himself,

"When news of your death became public nationwide and your funeral received such grand attention; if

I suddenly bring you back now, then everyone in the Callahan family will think they're seeing ghosts! So

I need some time first."

"There's no need for arrangements; Mrs. Callahan has already passed away anyway! Now I'm just

Mavis who wants nothing more than my divorce papers."

Even if it meant using a dead person's identity, she didn't want to be called Mrs. Callahan again!

"If we don't keep your survival hidden from everyone, then forget about getting those divorce papers or

custody over our son!"