Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 306

"Lyman, I need an iced Americano. Stat." Annabel rubbed her temples, her voice edged with exhaustion.

Out of nowhere, she felt the unmistakable burn of someone's gaze. She looked up -and locked eyes with Fenton, whose stare was as dark and unreadable as ever.

Annabel froze, muttering under her breath, "Shit."

"This isn't a coffee shop, you know." Fenton's voice was dry.

Annabel snorted and lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head-on. "And what's it to you? I'm here to grab a coffee with my brother. Problem?"

"Wouldn't dare," Fenton shot back, jaw clenched. "After all, you're the princess around here.” His eyes bored into Annabel, as if he might devour her whole if she said one wrong word.

Annabel refused to back down. She glared right back at him. "That's right. I'm definitely better off than you, wage slave."

She spun on her heel. "What a buzzkill."

Fenton called after her, "Funny, guilty people always seem to be in a hurry."

Annabel stopped dead, whipping around so fast her glare could have cut glass. "If anyone here has a guilty conscience, it's you."

Fenton's eyes narrowed. "Say that again?"

Annabel grabbed the ashtray from the

play peacemaker. "Annabel, don't. Don't let

Isabel a look. Then he turned to Fenton. "You

"Only because you

tossed her hair. "Yeah, same

place is dead. I'm

on," Lyman called after her. "Why are you even

cursing Fenton for making her almost forget her real reason for coming.

to shoot an

in the

was rising. As the new face for The Etheridge Group, she was a

pick, but since Isabel was signed to Annabel's company, the logic was simple: keep the benefits

just made the call- no one told him they

"Where's Effie?" Annabel pressed.

Lyman didn't even

go find her," Annabel

the door before

was in no rush to leave. This was her chance to spend time with Lyman, and she wasn't about to waste

mind

for a bit? I barely