He doesn't believe me at all. He thinks Connor and I are in cahoots. That I'm not truly being forced and
have wanted to do these all along. Dammit. I know he's paranoid, but this is too much. Still, I need to
keep up the act. At this point, giving up would be worse for me.
Anya took a deep breath as she tightened her hold on the armrest before forcing a smile. "President
Fuller, I know you don't believe me, and I understand why. I shouldn't have gone after Miss Reed, and I
regret what I did. I was being forced to. If you hadn't exposed my fake identity as Connor's real
daughter, I would have kept everything a secret. I mustered a lot of courage to tell you this. If Connor
finds out that I sold him out, he'll bite my head off. I'm in danger now, President Fuller. Can you—"
"Enough." Toby stood up and put his hands in his pockets. Then, he fixed his gaze on her with an icy
look in his eyes. "I won't believe you, no matter how much you say. So, stop scheming, or I'll make you
suffer before Connor does."
She froze, and all the color drained from her face. She tried to say something, but not a single word
came out. His icy tone and withering look scared her. How could he not believe a single word I said?
Goddammit! She hung her head low and gritted her teeth.
He then looked away coolly. "I don't know why you told me so much about your deal with Connor, and I
don't care. Get this through your head: no matter what you're trying to do, it won't work. Though, now
you've piqued my interest."
She raised her head at that. Huh? What's that supposed to mean?
Anya was trying to figure out why he said that, but then he narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "I'd like
to know what your true identity is."
Horror welled within her eyes as she had never expected Toby to blurt that out. That's the one thing I
can't let him find out! Her heart thumped as loudly as thunder, and she couldn't even muster the
courage to look him in the eye. She was afraid if their gazes met, her soul would be sucked into his
eyes, and he would know who she was. By instinct, she pushed herself backward and looked away.
Stiffly, she said, "Stop poking fun at me, President Fuller. I'm just a nobody. I'm an orphan with great
ambition, so Connor wanted me to help him out. That's all. I don't deserve your attention."
"If you're an orphan, you wouldn't even have the courage to attend this event, nor would you come and
talk to me. Besides, you don't even have the insecurity most orphans do. You look like you're well-bred
and groomed. Didn't even show any confusion when you saw the hall. It's resplendent. Most people
would be mystified. Yet, you look like you're used to it. That's not what most orphans are used to, but
you proved otherwise. I'm really interested in knowing who you are." The look in his eyes became
colder.
The world was split into two classes: the rich, and everyone else. And they lived in two separate
worlds. The quality of life, education, mannerisms, capabilities, and knowledge possessed by the rich
was far from what the masses could imagine. Any layman who made their way to the world of the rich
could never act as calm as Anya.
Most of the servers came from regular families. Even though some had worked for years and saw how
the rich lived, they still couldn't stay fully calm, let alone an orphan like Anya claimed herself to be. Yet,
she was calm when faced with an extravagant life. That alone was worth investigating.
Her mind was in a daze, and her heart raced furiously. She never thought her actions during the event
would tell Toby she wasn't who she was. Now, she wasn't just panicking—she was terrified. His all-
knowing eyes were putting a lot of weight and fear on her shoulders. She was suffocating from the
terror he gave her. I can't stay here anymore. I have to go right now, or he'll find out the one thing he
mustn't. If I stay here for a moment longer, I might tell him everything. I have to go right f*cking now.
She clenched her fists so hard that her fingers dug into her flesh, but the pain made her calm down
considerably. She put on a stiff smile, and with a tremor in her voice, she said, "That makes me happy,
President Fuller. Looks like Connor's training worked."
"Training?" He narrowed his eyes.
Anya flicked her hair as she continued, "Yes. He trained me a bit so that I could approach you easier. If
I tried approaching you without any training, I wouldn't have left an impression on you. And I wouldn't
even have dared to approach you. That's why I'm happy you said I didn't even act like an orphan, who
had never seen anything in the world of the rich. It's proof that my effort worked."
Toby chortled. She wondered if he had bought the story, but she wasn't about to ask. Any questioning
would prove she was feeling nervous. "It's getting late now, President Fuller. I just came to say hi, and I
already did what I came here for. So, it's time for me to leave. See you around."
She nodded at him and left. However, the moment she turned around, her smile was immediately
replaced by malice and venom. There were two reasons she came here. One, she wanted to say hi to
Toby and Sonia, telling them she was now the young miss of the Salzburgs. Telling them they would
see each other a lot.
And two, she wanted to put a wedge in their relationship. She wanted to cause a misunderstanding
between them as a way to get back at them for slamming her into the detainment center. However,
both plans failed before she could even make any progress, and it was all because of Toby.
He already knew she wasn't Connor's daughter, so telling him she was his daughter was nothing but a
joke to him. And as if that wasn't enough, he started expressing interest in her old identity. She couldn't
have him find out her previous identity, so she kept lying in hopes that it would dash his suspicion.
She had no idea if she had managed to wipe his suspicion off, but she knew she couldn't stay around
any longer. Her plans failed, so now she must return to Connor and tell him what happened. If possible,
she needed him to erase all her past records. If Toby knew who she really was, she would be dead.
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