Annabelle lowered her gaze, her eyes, hidden in the darkness, filled with a touch of malice.
Meanwhile, Anna followed the server to the table Charles had reserved. Charlotte hadn't arrived yet.
“Miss Morgan, please wait here.”
“Okay.”
As the server left, Charlotte’s call came in.
“Anna, have you arrived? I’m running a bit late because of traffic. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Don’t worry, take your time.”
After hanging up, Anna absentmindedly looked across the room, and it was then that she realized her table had a direct view of Charles and his group. Even though there was some distance, she could clearly see what was happening at their table.
Annabelle was sitting next to Charles, holding a beer bottle and chatting with a bright smile. As for Charles, from Anna’s angle, his v
