Smith’s pov
What I didn't expect was to see Annabel bounded and shackled against her will.
I looked at Jennifer who smiled as she cleared off tables.
"Is this what you called me for?" I asked her.
Jennifer flipped her dark hair against her shoulder, "I heard of your obsession Mr Smith. Lombard was quite a talker." Jennifer looked at Annabel was asleep. "Why don't we talk in a private place"
In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with tension as Jennifer led me to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. Annabel's unconscious form served as a haunting reminder of my past mistakes, and I struggled to contain the surge of conflicting emotions.
"What's the deal, Jennifer?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing.
Jennifer leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "Lombard told me he wanted An
