Chapter 54
Chapter 54:
“If he doesn’t love me, do you think he loves you?” Annabel retorted with a sneer.
“You bitch!” Heather cursed angrily. Annabel’s words hit her so hard that her face twisted with rage. She raised her hand with the intention of landing a slap on Annabel’s face.
But Curt quickly stepped between them. From the conversation between Heather and Annabel, he had come to understand that there was an unusual relationship between Annabel and Rupert.
He knew who Rupert was. He was a very powerful and influential man. No one could afford to offend Rupert.
With this in mind, Curt immediately asked the security guards to stop Heather and Bella from getting close to Annabel. “Miss Hewitt, I’m sorry for all the trouble so far. Please accept my apologies,” he said with a bow.
Annabel smiled and walked out.
She was content with leaving Heather in the dark and letting her think that it was Rupert standing up for her.
Heather was so angry that she was gritting her teeth in fury. Annabel had won the battle of words.
Before long, night fell, and at seven o’clock in the evening, Annabel arrived right on time for their appointment.
Charming Bar was the most luxurious bar in Douburgh. The customers there were either rich or influential.
“Annabel, here!” Marcel waved his hand. He and some of his friends in the entertainment industry had been drinking and playing finger-guessing games.
With a smile, Annabel walked up to him and said, “Marc, your new drama is finished so soon? Congratulations p>
Marcel pulled out a chair for her and said, “Annabel, sit here. What would you like to drink? How about red wine? Let me pour you some p>
Annabel smiled and shook her head. She didn’t like drinking wine. “No, thanks. I’ll just take some soft drinks p>
“Come on, just a little. Today is my birthday.” Marcel poured half a glass of wine for Annabel and another full glass for himself. “Annabel, let me propose a toast to you p>
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“I should be the one proposing a toast to you, Marc. Happy birthday!” Annabel emptied the glass in one gulp.
“Wow!” Marcel praised, clapping loudly.
Annabel chatted with Marcel for a while. All of a sudden, a beautiful song flowed from the center of the dance floor.
Following the sound, Annabel saw a young girl in a red dress singing on the stage. She had curly shoulder-length hair, and her melodious voice made the song sound even sweeter.
Seeing that Annabel was staring at the girl, Marcel informed her, “That’s the bar singer. Her name seems to be Angel p>
“She sings well,” Annabel nodded in approval.
Marcel grinned. “Yes, she’s good, but not as good as you. Annabel, I haven’t heard you sing for a long time. Why don’t you sing a song for me as a birthday gift p>
“Yeah! Sing a song for Marc!” his friends urged.
“Come on, Annabel,” Marcel urged too. When he was seventeen, Annabel’s wonderful singing had left a deep impression on him.
“Okay.” Annabel agreed.
After all, the bar was a place where customers could sing. Under the warm applause of the crowd, Annabel, wearing a white dress, slowly walked to the center of the stage.
“This song is for my good friend Marcel. Happy birthday to him p>