Chapter 1372
Chapter 1372:
“You can’t do that p>
The paparazzo slammed a fist on the table, then quickly lowered his voice when he noticed people looking. “That’s not fair p>
“All I want are results that satisfy me. If I’m paying you, it’s your job to deliver,” Heather replied.
As she spoke, she casually picked up her sunglasses and slid them on.
“I’m giving you three more days,” she warned. “If your work is still this disappointing by then, don’t say I didn’t warn you p>
With that, she grabbed her purse and strode out of the café.
Across the table, the paparazzo clenched his teeth in frustration, his fist tightening against the tabletop.
When Annabel arrived home, Rupert was busy in the kitchen. A delicious aroma drifted through the air, drawing her in. She walked up quietly and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
“Rupert…” Her voice came out muffled against his back.
Rupert turned his head, his tone as gentle as ever. “What’s troubling you, my love p>
Annabel leaned into him and lifted her eyes to his. “It comforts me to have you by my side p>
He nudged her nose playfully and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Tell me—how are things at your company p>
“The infiltrator is still at large,” she sighed, worry plain on her face. “And I’m even more concerned about Margo p>
Annabel couldn’t shake the fear that Margo’s safety might be at risk if the person behind all this remained free. The possibility that Margo’s van had been spotted—and could be identified—pressed on her constantly.
Annabel had suggested Margo take time off, but Margo refused without wavering. She believed personal issues shouldn’t interfere with her work.
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Respecting her decision, Annabel could only urge her to be careful.
“I can’t help feeling there’s more to this than it seems.” Annabel frowned, shaking her head, her brows drawn tight.
Rupert reached out, his fingertip brushing over the crease between her brows as if to smooth it away. “Easy, sweetheart. I have someone looking into it,” he assured her.
But Annabel shook her head, stubborn and unconvinced. “Whoever they are, they’re crafty. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been tangled up in this for so long p>
A flicker of recollection passed through Rupert’s eyes, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
“By the way, we’re going to see Bruce tomorrow, right?” Annabel asked, unaware of the subtle change in Rupert’s expression. Still in his arms, she lifted her head, anticipation bright in her eyes.
Rupert nodded, his thoughts drifting to the string of calls from his grandfather earlier that day.
“I’ve prepared a gift for Bruce,” Annabel said, a gentle smile on her lips. “I hope he likes it p>
Meanwhile, in the quiet confines of the studio, Margo sat with her script in hand, the stifling heat clinging to her skin.