Chapter 159
Chapter 159:
“Be here tomorrow morning at nine o’clock. Don’t be late. We’ll be shooting the outdoor scenes,” Annabel told Margo and Rory.
“Annabel, will you have dinner with me tonight? I can give you the information I mentioned last time,” Rory said expectantly.
He had made a plan to shift the focus of Star Entertainment to the domestic market and was itching to show Annabel. Annabel was about to respond when Rupert circled her waist with his arm and declared, “She doesn’t have time tonight p>
Rupert’s public display of affection made Annabel blush.
Was he trying to remind them that she was his fiancée? But it was just nominal.
He did not have the right to decide for her.
Besides, Rory had something important to talk about with her over dinner. The intimacy between Annabel and Rupert upset Rory. He tightened his thin lips, turned around, and left without saying a word.
“Rory…” Annabel called after him, wanting to explain, but Rupert held her tightly back.
Annabel glared at Rupert angrily. “Let me go,” she demanded.
“What? You can’t wait to be with Rory?” Rupert’s face darkened.
“It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” Annabel broke free from Rupert’s grasp. “Leave me alone p>
She left, not caring that Rupert’s cold gaze followed her the entire time.
Lately, Heather had been feeling a little annoyed. She had planned to use Annie to deal with Annabel, but she had not expected Annie to be so incompetent.
Also, she could not figure out Annabel’s unnatural luck. She seemed to turn bad situations into good ones every time.
Heather was about to ask Bella out shopping, but the butler said, “Miss, there is a Miss Jones waiting for you outside p>
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“Miss Jones p>
Heather waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t want to see her p>
“Understood.” The butler bowed and left.
After the butler was gone, Heather called Bella, and the two arranged to go shopping.
Heather was about to leave when a figure suddenly rushed in front of her car.
She was forced to brake so hard that she was almost thrown into the windshield.
“Psychopath!” Cursing whoever it was, Heather got out of her car and slammed the door to vent her anger.
It was Nina who had almost caused the accident.
“What are you doing?” Heather frowned. “Are you crazy? Why did you jump in front of my car p>
“Miss Norman, please help me,” Nina pleaded, looking slightly embarrassed.
Since she had been expelled from Benton Group, she had found it impossible to get a job, and now she was running out of money.
In desperation, she remembered that Heather had once tried to win her over.
“Help you? Things between us haven’t been settled,” Heather said angrily. “Who told you to stab Rupert p>