When he saw that he had been spared, Anthony quickly scurried away.
I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at my phone. I had better call a taxi, just to be safe.
If Anthony had a sudden change of heart and decided to ambush me on my way back, I would be in trouble again.
Tory beckoned his subordinates over to clean his shoes. Then, he cocked his head at me and asked, "Do you want me to send you home?"
It was clear that he wanted me out of his sight.
I shook my head. "No, thank you."
I turned and headed in the direction I came
from. When I sensed that someone was following me, I turned to look. It was Tory. I asked, slightly baffled, "Is something the matter, Mr. Zimmer son?"
Tory rolled his eyes. "Are you the only one allowed to use this road?"
"No."
The man huffed. 'Then why are you asking?"
I sighed and said nothing but thought to myself what a strange guy he was.
After walking a while more, my phone rang.
Just as I looked down to retrieve my phone from my bag, Tory’s subordinate reached forward and snatched my bag away.
"What are you doing?" I subconsciously reached forward to grab it back.
However, the man raised my bag high above my head. There was no way I could reach it at all.
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