Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

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Chapter 114

Outside Alastor’s house, Anastasia failed to unlock the door using her thumbprint.

Anastasia’s face darkened, and she smiled ironically.

“He’s changed the door lock so soon?” she thought.

Then, Anastasia rang the doorbell and stood outside, waiting for Alastor to open the door.

Alastor’s car parking in the yard indicated that he was at home. However, no one opened the door for

her for a long time.

Anastasia called Alastor directly, but he did not answer the phone.

Anastasia knew that Alastor did it on purpose and did not continue to call him.

Anastasia stood outside the door and continued waiting.

Apparently, Alastor was giving her a hard time.

After a while, a few people came to the door.

One of them asked, “Hello, are you the owner of this house? Did you make an appointment to donate

clothes?”

Anastasia’s legs began to go numb. She looked back at those people and shook her head.

One of them then rang the doorbell. Soon, someone went to open

the door.

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It was Felicia.

She was dressed in a pink silk nightgown, and her makeup was exquisite. Looking at the people

outside, she said condescendingly, “This, this, and this. I want to donate them all.”

Standing outside the door, Anastasia was somewhat indifferent.

“Is this the reason Alastor asked me to come home? So he wants to force me to come back and live

with Felicia, huh?” she mused.

“Where is Alastor?” Anastasia asked in a hoarse voice.

Felicia ignored Anastasia and arrogantly kicked the box beside her. “Get rid of this, too!”

Only after the box was kicked over did Anastasia find that it was all her things inside.

Anastasia had left all the things Alastor had bought her in the past four years at home when she moved

out and did not bring them along.

“Mrs. Lopez, these are all valuables. Are you sure you want to get rid of them?” The service staff who

came to the door looked at Felicia in shock.

Probably the way the service staff addressed Felicia had pleased her. She smiled and said

sarcastically, “These’re just some old things I can only buy new ones after I get rid of them.”

“Understand. You are so beautiful and kind, Mrs. Lopez.” The people from the recycling center grinned

from ear to ear.

Anastasia held her hands numbly to see what Alastor and Felicia were up to.

Felicia only spoke like the lady of the house after the people from the recycling center left. “Alastor

asked me to throw away all your things. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Where is Alastor?” Anastasia asked, clenching her fists.

Felicia sat on the couch and had some water before replying, “Alastor is sleeping.”

Anastasia said nothing more. Looking at the house where she had lived for four years, she felt

somewhat ridiculous and ironic.

“Your things have already been thrown out, so you no longer need to come here in the future. This

place and Alastor belong to me now. Since you’re together with Jason, you should just stay in the rental

house with him obediently.” Felicia looked at Anastasia provocatively.

Anastasia took a few steps forward in the living room and pushed the vase on the antique display shelf

onto the ground, deliberately shattering it.

Felicia stood up angrily. “Anastasia, what are you doing?”

Anastasia did not respond and smashed the ornament on the side.

Feeling it was not enough, Anastasia took all the new ornaments and frames from the table and threw

them onto the ground.

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Those were all Felicia’s things.

“Anastasia, how dare you break my things? This place and Alastor are mine now!” Felicia yelled

angrily.

Without saying a word, Anastasia continued smashing the things inside the house. She even got a

lighter from the drawer and burned everything Felicia had bought.

“Are you crazy? I’m calling the police now. You must pay compensation at the original price for all the

damages you’ve caused!” Felicia looked at Anastasia in shock.

“This is my house, and I am the property owner. Didn’t Alastor tell you about that?” Anastasia turned

around and looked at Felicia. “Tell me. How can you compensate for throwing all my things away?”

“Anastasia! Why are you so full of yourself? So what if you are the property owner? Alastor already

said he paid for it. There’s none for you, even if you file for a divorce.” Felicia looked at Anastasia

arrogantly.

“So, Alastor said he wouldn’t divorce me and summoned me over just to let us quarrel?” Anastasia

smiled and looked up in the direction of the second floor.

She wondered if that was what Alastor wanted to see.

“Since you want to watch the drama between two women, I’ll do it then.” Anastasia looked at Alastor,

who was standing on the second floor and slapped Felicia in the face.

Felicia looked at Anastasia in shock and wanted to fight back after regaining her senses.

However, Anastasia grabbed Felicia’s wrist, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and pressed it against

the latter’s face. “You already said I was crazy. Move, and you will die.”

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