Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 307

"Effie, help me."

Annabel spotted Effie and seized on her as if she were a lifeline, reaching out as she hurried over.

Effie jumped, startled. If she hadn't recognized Annabel's voice, she might have thought she'd bumped into a zombie in broad daylight.

"Annabel, are you okay?" Effie asked, her face etched with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little groggy," Annabel replied, rubbing her eyes. "Could you run to the break room in your department and make me a cup of coffee? That'll fix everything."

Effie glanced Annabel up and down. Did she just look tired? Somehow, it didn't seem that simple.

Just then, Luther hurried over, a small box of painkillers in his hand.

"Ms. Annabel, Mr. Etheridge asked me to bring these to you. He said you probably didn't get much sleep and have a headache," Luther said, holding out the box.

Annabel's head was pounding. She took the meds gratefully and muttered, "At least he has a heart."

She turned to Effie. "Effie, please, could you fetch me some coffee? I need something to wash these down."

Effie's lips twitched. Coffee with painkillers? That didn't sound right.

Just as she was about to protest, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye-a shadow darted past.

gaze. Someone was hiding in the corner, but

he'd just walk right out. He wasn't the type to

called out again, "Effie, please, I'm begging

room and

stared at it,

isn't great for taking pills. Drink this first-once you're feeling better,

right, fine," Annabel

after a few minutes, some color returned to

.nět

negotiating a deal," she explained. "Had a

splitting open. I finally feel human

a few drinks, huh?" Effie raised an

up

laugh. "Well... it's not like wanted to. You know how

less. Or bring Lyman with you-no one would dare push you around if he was

rely on him yourself, but

embarrassed that Annabel

you here? Is there someone in Lyman's office you're trying to

Effie really is sharp-no

mad dog in there. Didn't want to