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.”