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

to play peacemaker. "Annabel, don't. Don't let your temper get

voice was sharp as he shot Isabel a look. Then he

shrugged. "Only because

her hair. "Yeah,

place is

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

making her almost forget her real reason

to shoot

Family business stays in the family,

on-brand and her popularity was rising. As the new face

was signed to Annabel's

the shoot weren't Lyman's responsibility. He just made the

"Where's Effie?" Annabel pressed.

Lyman didn't even look

I'll go find her," Annabel said

the door

in no rush to leave. This was her chance

you mind

a bit? I barely slept last

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