Chapter 1346
Chapter 1346:
Annabel could practically picture the sneer on his face. She let out a soft chuckle and answered in a relaxed tone, “This matter has already been discussed with Mr. Swain, so I don’t see the need for us to meet p>
She paused, then continued evenly, “If Mr. Swain still intends to cooperate with us, please pass along my message. I’d be more than willing p>
Before she could finish, Omar cut her off.
“Miss Hewitt, face-to-face conversations will do. I have no interest in acting as your messenger,” he said coldly. “Besides, I’ve already taken that land. If Star Entertainment doesn’t want it, you’d better step aside p>
Confidence dripped from every word.
Then the line went dead.
Annabel’s assistant stared at the phone, stunned by the sheer audacity in how Omar had spoken to her boss. She’d been with Annabel for years, and she had never seen anyone treat her with such blatant disrespect.
But Annabel remained composed, her gaze fixed on the phone, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
A message popped up, listing the meeting time and location with Mr. Swain, followed by a single flower emoji.
Without a doubt, she knew who had sent it.
Her eyes flashed as she instructed the driver, “Take me to this address p>
The designated rendezvous point was a Japanese restaurant, reserved in its entirety for their meeting. Annabel was led by the staff to a private dining room.
“Please p>
As the waiter opened the door, a wave of cold air rushed out. The walls and floor shimmered with ice, like the inside of a frozen vault.
Inside sat Mr. Swain and Omar, their presence pressing down on the room. Omar delicately sliced a piece of salmon, his movements precise, almost artistic. Thin translucent slices settled neatly over the ice, a quiet display of impeccable technique.
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Meanwhile, Mr. Swain kept his head down, hiding his expression.
“You’re here.” Omar looked up, a radiant smile spreading across his face, though the darkness behind it was impossible to miss.
Annabel remained undeterred as she took the seat opposite him, her expression calm.
With practiced ease, Omar removed the salmon bone in one clean piece, leaving not a shred of flesh behind.
“I think that’s beautiful,” Annabel remarked.
“Do you find it alluring?” Omar turned to Mr. Swain, his tone gentle.
Mr. Swain shuddered uncontrollably. Even in the icy room, sweat glistened on his forehead.
What the hell?
“It’s impressive. Your knife skills are truly remarkable,” Mr. Swain forced out.
The moment the compliment left his mouth, Omar’s smile vanished. A coldness settled over his features, sharp enough to make the air feel thinner.