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?"

ashtray from

"Annabel, don't. Don't let your temper get the best of

he shot Isabel a look.

"Only because

hair. "Yeah, same

place is

called after her. "Why are you even

making her almost forget her real reason for coming.

shoot an ad

jewelry line. Family business stays in the family, remember? We talked

was on-brand and her popularity was rising. As the new face for The Etheridge Group,

hadn't been their first pick, but since Isabel was signed to Annabel's

Lyman's responsibility. He just made the call- no one

"Where's Effie?" Annabel pressed.

Her department." Lyman didn't even look

find her," Annabel said quickly, eager for an excuse

door before

leave. This was her chance to spend time with Lyman, and she wasn't about to waste

would you mind if

for a bit? I barely slept last