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 the coffee table, brandishing

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

a look. Then he turned to

shrugged. "Only

her hair.

"This place

after her. "Why

again, cursing Fenton for making her almost forget her real reason for

shoot an

business stays in the family, remember? We talked about

her popularity was rising. As the new face

pick, but since Isabel was signed

He just made the call- no one told

"Where's Effie?" Annabel pressed.

Her department." Lyman didn't

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

out the door

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

would you mind

bit? I barely slept last