"What?"
Annabelle wasn't just shocked—she was gutted. Disappointed beyond words. She had been banking on that one window of freedom to slip away and maybe figure out a way to escape from this twisted setup. But it slammed shut before she even had the chance to peek through.
Richard turned with that same devil-may-care smirk carved across his irritatingly handsome face. He shot a knowing glance between Marc and Annabelle, clearly basking in her dismay like it was his favorite show on TV.
"Good job, Marc. If Miss Hamilton needs anything else, take care of it. I wouldn't want my personal maid to face any inconvenience," Richard said coolly before striding towards the inner door of the study. His voice dripped with amusement, and his parting glare made Annabelle want to throw something.
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