Chapter 485 Malcolm is ruthless and join forces to fix him
Shane was baffled, "Which Anthony?"
"Just, just your brother, Anthony Cahan. He is standing in the doorway right now. He is alive!"
The more Shane listened, the more his brow furrowed.
He prepared to stand up.
The soreness in his arms and thighs pulled him back to his seat, and he forced himself to endure the
pain and ordered, "Send him in."
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When everyone in the dining room saw Anthony''s face, all was surprised that if they saw the ghost.
Reba was the most excited one and her eyes turned watery.
"Anthony, it''s really you? You''re not dead?"
Anthony smiled slightly, "I''m tough. lucky to survive."
His eyes moved to Shane and Timothy, "Shane, Timothy."
Timothy nodded woodenly.
Shane had little expression. He was the most subdued and calm one.
He used a spoon to stir the soup in the bowl. The porcin spoon and bowl made a crisp sound, and
his tone was solemn as he questioned, "If you''re not dead, why haven''t you delivered a letter to us in
the past year? Do you still have our family in your eyes?"
Anthony meekly bowed his head in a submissive manner, "I''m sorry for having to hide myself this year
in order to stay alive. It was my fault for causing my brothers and sisters to worry."
Shane felt much better, "Forget it. It''s good to be back. Did you have dinner?"
"No."
Shane gave a nce at the servant next to him, "Get Mr. Anthony a pair of dishes."
"No need." Anthony refused.
His blue and jewel-like eyes were extraordinarily deep, and he looked at Shane.
"Shane, I have something I''d like to talk to you about alone. Is that convenient?"
Shane stared at him, keenly aware of the unusual in his eyes.
However, Shane was too tired and sore to get up.
At his discretion, he looked to Timothy and Reba, who looked bitter and little appetite.
"What''s that look on your faces, you two? Can''t eat? Then go back to your room and don''t get in my
way here."
"Yes." In unison, the two got up and fled the dining room, not wanting to stay a moment longer.
Shane drove away the servants and butler again.
In just a minute, the only two brothers were left in therge dining room.
Anthony walked around the long dining room table to the empty space next to Shane''s chairs, and had
the good sense not to sit down, but to stand in a disciplined manner.
Shane was pleased with his understanding behavior and his mood gradually softened, "Tell me, what
was going on before?"
Anthony looked indifferent. And his tone was so calm that there was no ups and downs.
"A year ago, Malcolm, with a cross-country warrant, caused a scene on my wedding day with Rara,
forcing Rara to have to shoot me."
Shane tapped the table impatiently and urged, "I know about this. What I want to ask is how did you get
away from Malcolm?"
"It was Rara who couldn''t bear t hat. The bullet missed and did not directly hit my heart, but Malcolm
did not know it. He thought I was dead and had me casually thrown to the nearest hill. I was not even
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buried. He wanted my body to be mutted by wild dogs and wolves, with no bones left."
Shane snorted lightly, "Malcolm could do such a thing."
Shane''s eyes were downcast, without any emotions.
He continued, "Perhaps it was my life that happened to be saved by a hunter on the hill. And then my
mother asked the international court to rule on Rara because of me. Malcolm sent someone to the hill
to try to find my body. I fled the country overnight, and for the past year, I have been moving from one
illiterate country to another, hiding my name and identity, and working for my life as a teacher in the
mountains."
Shane listened quietly, was satisfied with his experience, and sighed as if in regret.
"It''s a pity. You''re so good-looking, top notch in both skill and learning. You were victimized by Malcolm
like this. I really feel sorry for you."
Anthony smiled bitterly, "To get a word of care from you, I risked Malcolm''s discovery and trekked back.
It''s worthy."
Shane nodded to the seat next to him, gesturing for him to sit down.
Perhaps it was because he was oppressed by Malcolm too much, it made Shane feel a lot better, and
he unconsciously treated him a little gentler.
"Thanks Shane," Anthony said as he sat down.
Shane: "So what are your ns foring back this time when Malcolm has put you through this? He
is now on the rise in his career, rtionship and kinship. Are you willing to see that?"
"Of course I''m not willing!"
Anthony clenched his fists in front of him, and the hatred in his eyes was intense.
"Shane, I came back this time to ask you to help me. Malcolm stole my woman, causing me nothing,
suffering. And I can''t return home. If I don''t kill him, it is difficult to eliminate my hatred for him!
"As long as you''re willing to help me. In the future, as long as it is your order, even if I have to give my
life, I will do my best toplete it!"
Shane stirred the bowl of soup with interest, thought for a moment, and was in a pickle.
"Anthony, I really want to help you, but I am now suspended by Malcolm. I can only stay at home and
wait for the investigation and notice. I''m willing to help but unable to do so."
"Malcolm White! How dare he did this to you?"
Anthony gritted his teeth and pronounced his name, with intense hatred and reluctance in his eyes.
"Shane, after being the deputy director of the National Investigation Bureau for so long, don''t you want
to get rid of Malcolm White and take back the power that belongs to you?"
Shane didn''t say anything.
Of course he wanted to, and was desperate for it. He couldn''t wait to ravage Malcolm to death!
However, he looked at his half-brother who was in front of him and lowered his eyes slightly. No one
knew what he was thinking about.
Anthony was still continuing to persuade, "Shane, I''m your brother. I have nothing now. I can only try to
rely on you. I will help you. Even if I have to fight for this with my crippled life, I will help you get the
National Investigation Bureau''s power!"
Between them, they shared amon enemy.
With one more person, there was one more chance to win.
Shane smiled and reached his hand out to Anthony who got his head closer and let him pat his face.
"Anthony, you really be mature and stable a lot over the year. I''m so happy about that."
Anthony lowered his eyes submissively, no emotions in his eyes.
Shane: "I promise to find a way and help you fix Malcolm."
"Thank you Shane!"
"Well, it''s a long journey, so tonight you can go to the guest room and catch up on your sleep. As for
your previous room, I''ll have the servants clean it up."
"Well, I appreciate you''re still willing to let our family be my shelter."
Shane smiled kindly, "Because of the battle for power, we have had a disagreement before, and I beat
you before, but Anthony, I have you in my heart as a brother."
There was vicissitude kind of feeling on Anthony''s face, and when he smiled, he was indeed much
more mature than a year ago.
"I was the one who didn''t know any better in the past, so it''s good you don''t haggle over." He lowered
his head in obedience, and there was no revulsion or displeasure in his eyes.
Shane nodded in satisfaction, "Go have some rest."
"Then Shane take your time and eat. I''ll go upstairs first."
"Hmm."
Anthony got up, left the dining room and headed for the stairs.
The moment when he turned around, the smile on his face died down, with only endless coldness.
In therge dining room, Shane was the only one eating the dinner, which seemed a bit cold.
Shane didn''t feel bad about it and ate with pleasure.
A few minutester, he called his bodyguard in and ordered in a whisper, "Go find out where else
Anthony had been before he came back home and if he has seen Malcolm first."