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?"

grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table,

in, desperate to play peacemaker. "Annabel, don't. Don't let your temper get the best

he shot Isabel a look. Then he turned

"Only because you

hair. "Yeah,

place is dead. I'm

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

her almost forget her real reason

Isabel to shoot an ad

stays in the family, remember?

look was on-brand and her popularity 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

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

"Where's Effie?" Annabel pressed.

work. Her department." Lyman didn't even look

her. I'll go find her," Annabel said quickly, eager for an excuse

the door before anyone could stop

her chance to spend time with Lyman, and

would you mind if I

a bit? I barely