Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201

Bianca sliced the knife over the couch and took video of it.

Once the couch was cut open, she felt unsatisfied and headed to the living room.

Anne turned back to the living room and ran for the door, but could not open it no matter how

hard she tried. She ran back to the balcony and screamed, “Bianca! What are you doing?! Stop!

Bianca!"

Bianca did not respond despite Anne's shouts and the only sound Anne could hear was of things

breaking.

The shattered pieces of what Bianca broke on the balcony drove Anne mad as she tried to picture

the state of her apartment.

How can she do this?’ Anne thought.

"Why are you shouting? You are so loud. I can hear you. I was busy. See? Just look at what I've

done.” Bianca started playing the video on her phone and reached her hand out, concerned that

Anne might not be able to see anything.

Though there was a distance between them, Anne still saw everything.

She saw a knife cutting into the couch. Her leather couch and lounging sofa had all been cut open,

revealing the cotton inside. Bianca even pulled the cotton out and tossed it into the air, watching it

fall like snow and chuckling smugly.

Bianca then moved on to the bottles in the wine cabinet and threw them all onto the ground, the

bottles shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor like a crimson trail of blood.

In a matter of minutes, everything inside the apartment, including the trash can, had been

destroyed.

Anne watched the video blankly, tears welling in her eyes as her chest tightened.

“My dad bought me that apartment. Why do you have to ruin it? Why? She thought.

"What, are you crying? How pathetic! What can I do? I just enjoy watching you suffer! “The

frustration of finding Anne in Anthony's apartment faded. “Why don’t you come over here and beat

me up, huh? Oh, right. You can't get out, can you? How pitiful. Anthony is keeping you there like an

animal in a cage. I heard that most confined animals end up dying early. Hahaha!"

Anne listened to Bianca's laugh and dug her fingers at the fences until blood began to gush out of

the gaps of her nails.

"Anthony probably forgot about something. He should have bought a chain and put it around your

neck, or you might run around biting people.” Blanca said thoughtfully. “Hm. I will definitely remind

Anthony the next time I see him. Sigh. It's a shame that Dad died young, or he would feel so

helpless if he saw you like this. After all, no one can win against Anthony. Why don't you give

Anthony a call and beg him to release you or to at least bring you justice? Haha, I don't suppose

that you dare to. It's heart- breaking to see how merciless he is, I suppose...” Bianca said smugly and

stopped when she saw Anne turning to leave.

Anne walked over to the couch to grab the chair next to it, before flinging it across at Bianca. “Go to

hell!”

Bianca immediately dodged and the chair landed on the ground.

Seeing that she had missed, Anne went to lift the flower pots next to the fences.

Bianca decided to leave. After all, she had managed to enrage Anne and there was no need to waste

any more time. “Enjoy lifting things over there. I won't stay here any longer. I'm going to see

Anthony!”

She darted back into the apartment before the flower pot was thrown and it shattered on the

ground.

Anne stared at the balcony expressionlessly while tears scrolled down her cheek and sat down on

the ground helplessly.

Her father had gotten her the apartment and before she could live there, Bianca managed to

destroy it.