Chapter 1385
Chapter 1385:
Annabel’s eyes went cold.
She rose from the bed and stepped toward Erica, looming over her. The force of Annabel’s presence sent a chill down Erica’s spine.
“Who told you that p>
Realizing she had struck a nerve, Erica grew smug. “If you have any sense, you’ll listen to me. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it.” Her smirk deepened, convinced she had the leverage to drive Annabel out of the family.
“Are you threatening me?” Annabel asked, her voice sharp and controlled. From their past encounters, she could hear the implied menace in Erica’s words.
A flicker of panic surfaced in Annabel’s eyes.
“What do you know exactly?” she demanded.
“What do I know?” Erica repeated, savoring it. She had never seen Annabel react like this, and it only fed her confidence. “Do you really think your filthy deeds can stay hidden forever?” she said with contempt.
With that, she turned to leave.
“Stop!” Annabel shouted.
Erica didn’t turn around.
A strange, ironic smile crept onto Annabel’s face. “Impossible… There’s no way you could know!” she cried, panic threaded through her voice.
After Erica left, Annabel sat back down unhurriedly and yawned. She was already looking forward to the chaos that would erupt at Bruce’s birthday party in a few days.
At the thought, a sly smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Annabel glanced over. When she saw the caller ID, a spark of interest flickered in her eyes.
She took a quick shower and went downstairs for breakfast.
Discover more gαℓησvℯ𝓁s․com
In the living room, she found Erica and Cathy seated on the sofa. The moment they saw Annabel, arrogance spread across both of their faces.
Annabel ignored their theatrics and went straight to the kitchen, where she found Danica stirring something at the stove.
“Danica, is there anything to eat p>
Danica turned around, smiling the moment she saw Annabel. “Miss Hewitt, Master Rupert asked me to make you some soup before he left. It’s still simmering in the pot.” She fetched a bowl and a spoon. “Please sit at the table. I’ll bring it over in a moment p>
“Thank you, Danica,” Annabel said with a smile.
As Annabel settled at the table, Cathy—who had been lounging on the sofa—stood abruptly.
“Some people are just born lazy,” she remarked.
Just then, Danica approached with a bowl of steaming soup. A devious glint flashed in Cathy’s eyes. She deliberately bumped Danica’s arm with her elbow.
Caught off guard, Danica lost her grip. The bowl crashed to the floor, and hot soup splattered everywhere.