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

off guard, Annabel felt the sheet yanked

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

again,

his gaze lingering. "Why so shy? It's not like I haven't seen

red she

door, came Effie's voice: "Annabel? Are you in there? I

the sheet from Fenton's hand, wrapped it tightly around herself, and rushed

watched her retreat with a resigned

you alright?" Effie asked, concern etched on

scream and was worried something

flushed cheeks, Annabel

flickered with embarrassment as she remembered the scene

practically bolted out

Effie and Lyman

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

in the middle, looked utterly miserable, her head bowed