When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 A Good Person (With an Icy Face)

Anneliese, feeling slightly embarrassed, blocked Zacharias outright.

Peace, at last.

She gave a polite smile. “Sorry about that–must’ve been annoying.”

Jonathan said nothing, eyes closed as he leaned back to rest. The only sound left in the car was Meatloaf panting excitedly the entire ride.

The man sat with his long legs crossed, and Meatloaf had been shamelessly rubbing up against his shoes the whole way.

Every now and then, Jonathan would nudge the dog’s head with the tip of his shoe, and

Meatloaf would respond by wiggling its butt enthusiastically. At this point, Anneliese genuinely couldn’t tell whose dog it actually was.

“Why is her phone suddenly unreachable?”

Zacharias had already gotten his head wound treated in the ER. His expression was cold and tense. After several failed attempts to reach her, a deep frown creased his brows.

“Mr. Shaw,” Jackie asked cautiously, “could Madam’s phone be turned off?”

“It keeps saying the line’s busy! What the hell is going on?!”

Zacharias tried calling again. Who has Anneliese been on the phone with all this time?

But who else could she possibly call? The Whites don’t care about her, and other than Jessica, she doesn’t have anyone. And it’s not like she could be on the phone with Jessica this long

“If the line’s been busy all this time… maybe Madam blocked your number?” Jackie offered tentatively,

Zacharias stared at him like he’d just cracked a bad joke, then let out a laugh. “Seriously? That’s your idea of a joke now, Jackie?”

The assistant fell silent.

“Probably just bad reception. Go check if she went home yet,” Zacharias ordered.

If she’s not home, then she’s with Jessica. Anneliese, don’t think running off means you’ve escaped.

City lights streaked by as the Bentley approached Riverview Court. Anneliese had already messaged Jessica ahead of time.

She leaned forward and pointed out the window toward Jessica, who was standing by the road. “That’s my friend. Just pull over there.”

So that’s what it was. Anneliese felt a wave of relief and silently scolded herself. Anneliese, you narcissist. Get a grip.

A good guy… with the face of a cold, domineering CEO out of a soap opera.

Jonathan stared at his overly bold assistant and nodded. “Take your calcium supplements. Don’t let your joints go bad while you’re still young.”

Zion had no words. God knows, I meant that as a compliment!

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