Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 346

To her dismay, Fenton was already waiting there for her. He pulled out his phone, his expression smug. "Take a look at this. Do you even realize what you've done? I recorded everything!"

Annabel stared at the video on his phone. For a moment, the world spun-she absolutely refused to believe that the crazed woman in that footage was actually her.

"This is fake! You edited it with Al or something!" she snapped, desperate to deny

it.

Fenton smirked. "If you think it's fake, go ahead and have it analyzed. In fact, why not show everyone? Let's see how they react to your little meltdown."

"You... Don't you dare!" Annabel stamped her foot in frustration.

A sly glint flickered in Fenton's eyes. "Come on, Annabel. What are you going to offer to make it up to me?"

Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

Fenton scowled, clearly irritated, but an uneasy feeling crept over him-someone was here to rescue Annabel.

While he hesitated, Annabel seized her chance. She darted toward the door, moving so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet.

at the bedsheet wrapped around

felt the sheet yanked

flying up to cover her chest, then her hips, frantically trying to shield herself but only

again, grinding out,

so shy? It's not like I haven't seen it

deep red she

from outside the door, came Effie's voice: "Annabel? Are you in there?

was like hearing angels sing. In a flash, Annabel snatched the sheet from Fenton's hand, wrapped it tightly around herself, and

watched her retreat with a resigned shake of his

asked, concern etched on her

scream and was worried something

her flushed cheeks, Annabel seemed

remembered the scene from moments before. "I'm

bolted out of

dropping Annabel safely at home, Effie and Lyman

the design department when she sensed the tension in the air. Several colleagues were clustered

trapped in the middle, looked utterly miserable, her head bowed in