#Chapter 176: A Fractured Royal Family

The three of us went back into the living room of Charles’ and my apartment. Anthony looked at us with pale expectation on his face. “Well?” Gwen snapped at us. “What are we doing with the bastard?” I put out my hand, holding the others back, and marched across the room so that I was very close to Anthony’s face. “I need you to understand something,” I said. “As a journalist, as a writer, I worshipped you. You were my hero. To find out that you’re someone’s slimy puppet makes me sick to my stomach. And I would like nothing better than to see you tossed in jail with your family and left to rot.” He gazed pathetically at me. “I hope there’s a ‘but’ attached to that.” “There is,” I agreed. “But it’s not for your sake. You left me in a club naked with my bodyguard and then tried to smear my reputation and ruin things with my family, my boyfriend, and my job. Lucky for you, I’m not the kind of girl who goes out for revenge just for the sake of revenge. If you really have dirt on the Alp