His Devious Rule - Chapter 140

Quickly finishing her lunch, Anya coaxed Zane to sleep so that Zane could rest sometime as he woke up very early with her.

Meanwhile, Alvin watched Young Mommy working and cuddling her son to sleep. He used to think his mother couldn’t take care of him due to her career hence she left him with Matthews. Nevertheless, looking at the two in front of him, he realized it was always about priorities, work, and life balance, and guts to live and face the world.

Anya sensed Zane’s steady breathing, she slowly leaned him to her arm and saw him asleep. She kissed his forehead lovingly.

She was glad that her little gentleman wasn’t demanding. Of course, she won’t take it for granted. She was going to make up for it once she completes her mission.

She looked at Alvin to send them and caught his tender gaze on them. She tilted her head trying to guess what might be in his mind but the man teased her.

“Is it my turn?” To cuddle him to sleep.

Anya: “…”

She didn’t know if he would sleep, but she would doze off instead, as in the yacht.

She went to him as she spoke, “I am going to the harbor. Call me if anything.” She carefully shifted Zane to Alvin’s arms when he stood up.

Alvin wasn’t ready for it. He stiffened carrying Zane in a princess style but resting Zane’s whole body on his arms, leaning him to his body.

Anya took a step back and smiled looking at Alvin who needed a minute with all the new experiences. She saw him cautiously shifting Zane to a better comfortable position brightening her smile.

Alvin caught her heartwarming smile watching him with her son and that pleased him. But he snapped at her, “What’s with that foolish smile?”

“Shhh…” Anya didn’t take his word to her heart and shushed him as she took a step closer. “He will wake up.” She whispered asking him to keep his voice low. Her slender fingers caressed Zane’s head who was peacefully sleeping like a doll.

Since Little Brat was asleep Alvin bent a little to reach her height and saw her eyes widen instantly. “What am I getting in return for babysitting your son and bringing you lunch?” He popped his brows as his eyes brushed over her soft pink petal-like lips.

Anya swallowed hard involuntarily looking at his lips and stumbled a step away. She didn’t recall their kiss but imagined them kissing in her temporary office.

‘Oh gosh, what’s wrong with me?’ She forced herself to get out of her stupid imagination.

Alvin was just teasing her so he was satisfied with her reaction that she forgot to breathe and flustered.

However, he suddenly saw her eyes sparkle and her lips arc into a not-so-innocent smile, “I will give you something.”

Alvin was curious. So he straightened his back and watched her grab her mobile from the desk and play with it for a few seconds.

‘Beep.’ Alvin’s mobile beeped.

Alvin was carrying Zane so he raised his brows at her with a questioning look.

Anya bit her lips to control her grin and displayed her mobile screen to Alvin. She put on a straight face to say, “For babysitting my son and for being my food delivery man.” Then she giggled adorably.

Was he expecting her to kiss him? Hmph, they were neither in a relationship nor married.

Alvin: “…”

He looked away from the mobile and breathed long and deep to stop doing anything to the woman who had wired him money.

He smiled evilly, vanishing her smile. He reminded her that she was trapped with him, “Little Donut, don’t forget you need to come to me for your son. Go back to my mansion for your parents.” His voice was tempting but his gaze was threatening.

Anya: “…”

Why did she feel like she dug a grave for herself?

She just tried to make fun of him. How did it provoke him?

Before they could say anything to each other, there was a knock on the door. The Captain pushed the door open, “Officer…” He paused without entering, looking at the couple standing close to each other.

Alvin glanced at her before leaving, carrying the sleeping Zane with the utmost tenderness.

Anya replaced her mother and mischief mode with her work mode. She wore her blazer to avoid getting cold outside as she instructed, “Let’s leave.”

“Officer Owen, the reporters?” He reminded her and stretched his hand holding a face mask. Since her identity was unknown, he considered she might not appear to the cameras. “Reporters will cover me to interview, so you take the chance and leave.”

Captain David never failed to prove she chose the right one to assist her. He took care of minute details every time. Anya thanked him, “That’s thoughtful of you.” She flashed him a faint smile.

“That’s my job.” He simply expressed and left from there without much of a reaction.

Anya wore the facemask that covered her face below her eyes. She kept a few pieces of evidence in the locker, then she grabbed a few files from the table and went out of her office. She ignored seething Harper and went towards the exit.

Harper, who had seen her go around the office in a knitted sweater, saw the jacket over her and discerned she was leaving the police agency. It doubled his ire and charged behind her.

Harper’s secretary who was on a call felt like his soul left his body assuming Harper was attacking an officer in the police agency.

Anya’s eyes sharped sensing the movements behind her but she steadily took a step. Harper grabbed her shoulder and flung her around. “How dare you?” He growled at her.

Anya glared at the man in front of her. “How. Dare. I?” She snickered behind the mask. “Harper Johnson, how dare YOU?” Her voice wasn’t high but cold.

If Harper was burning with anger, she was cold as a glacier. She took a step towards Harper as she questioned, “How dare you destroy my home?”

Harper’s brows trembled.

“How dare you try to kill me?” There was no hint of fear in her facing the man who had murderous air.

Anya sneered, “Did you think this war between you and President Collins?” She laughed mockingly.

The secretary was fidgety about who to stop, how to break the growing tension between them. The cops who were walking around, paused, realizing something wasn’t right.

Harper Johnson trembled in fury. Nobody dared to talk to him the way she was treating him. Even Bernard Collins fears him before sitting in front of him.

How could he see this puny girl laugh at him?

He glared at her with his bloodshot eyes realizing she never intended to speak with him. She had taken his case as her revenge.

Anya declared to the man who realized it wasn’t as simple as handling his illegal acts. “Harper Johnson, your countdown started the day you stepped into my life.”

She sniggered to provoke him, “I will destroy you. Touch me if you dare.”

Everyone suddenly gasped when Harper clutched her throat and pressed her against the wall with all his might.

The files in her hand dropped. She felt hard to take a breath hearing him scoff, “Touch you!? Bitch, I will kill you.” He said through his teeth.

Alvin had forgotten Zane’s backpack in Anya’s office room. Hence he returned to get it and witnessed the whole scene. His body shook while trying to stop himself from running up to her and breaking the face of the man who dared to touch his Little Donut.

Because he knew she provoked him. She influenced Harper to act rashly. But Alvin never thought it would be so hard to stop himself.

The general public who witnessed it gasped in shock. A woman screamed in fright as if Harper was strangling her instead.

The cops of other divisions started running towards them. Harper’s secretary almost fainted at the scene but tried to pull Harper away.

“Chairman Johnson, let her go… Chairman Johnson…”

If Anya planned it, wouldn’t she be prepared? Before anybody could reach them, in the split-second Anya punched Harper’s neck.

Harper was a man in his fifties after all. He groaned in pain taking his hand away from her neck.

Anya didn’t stop there. Her series of attacks immediately started. She elbowed his neck causing Harper to hold his neck and crouch trying to catch a breath.

Anya curled her fingers of the right hand, raised it, and elbowed Harper on his back. Harper fell to the ground groaning in pain. His secretary was so shocked he was frozen.

The cops who ran up to them halted seeing her fluently handle the man without a single frown on her face.

Anya kicked the man to flip him on his back and pressed her boot on his hand, “How dare you attack an on-duty officer?” Her voice was oppressing, chilling the air in the lobby.

Harper shook on the ground while his secretary paled. The anticipatory bail Harper had taken won’t work if Anya throws Harper behind the bar. It only works on the illegal acts or accusations done before the bail was taken.

Anya grabbed Harper by the collar and dragged him towards the cellar. The crowd was again stunned looking at her drag the struggling man so easily while on her heels.

A cop still offered her help, “Officer, let me help you.” They just knew she was a special officer. She was already famous in the police agency as a cold beauty due to her young age, unapproachable attitude, expensive car, adorable son, and handsome man.

Another cop joined him and the two threw the screaming Harper to the cold cellar. They forcefully seized Harper’s mobile and gadgets and locked the door. They handed the cellar key and his belongings to Anya who thanked them.

Harper held the bars and growled at her, “You will regret this.”

Anya showed no hint of weakness. She plainly said, “Bring your son out. I don’t have time to waste on you.”

“You…” Harper saw her leaving and gritted his teeth. He also understood her aim wasn’t to put him behind the bars but bring his son back to the country.

Why?

What is she planning?