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.

the bedsheet wrapped

Annabel felt the

her hips, frantically trying to shield herself but only succeeding in

again, grinding out, "Shut your filthy

lingering. "Why so shy?

deep red she could barely get

came Effie's voice: "Annabel? Are you

the sheet from Fenton's

watched her retreat with a resigned

are you alright?" Effie asked, concern

scream and was

her flushed cheeks, Annabel seemed otherwise

with embarrassment as she remembered the scene from moments

bolted out

dropping Annabel safely at home, Effie

the design department when she sensed the tension in the

utterly miserable, her head