Anna's POV He had noticed me, and that look in his eyes sent a cold chill down my spine. I watched as he whispered something in Nora's ear before making his way toward me. "Ms. Shaw, it's been a while," Samuel said as he approached. His posture was relaxed, confident-the stance of a predator who believed he had his prey cornered. I forced my lips into a polite smile. "Mr. Griffin, you're still in Skyview City. Your business must be going well." My tone remained light, but I kept my guard firmly up. Samuel raised his champagne flute, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "When Samuel Griffin sets his mind to something, failure is not an option." The threat behind his words hung in the air between us, unmistakable yet impossible to directly call out. I simply smiled in response, taking a sip of my own champagne. There was no need to escalate things in the middle of a charity gala. Besides, antagonizing him openly would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten un
Anna's POV "Logan?" I gaped in shock, momentarily forgetting how to respond. My brain short-circuited as I stared at the man across the table. "How the hell is it you?" Logan chuckled, his eyes wandering over my severe business attire, tight bun, and black-framed glasses. His lips twitched. "Dressed like that? Clearly trying to sabotage the date before it even started, huh?" Heat crawled up my neck as I yanked off the unnecessary glasses. "My mom said I'd be meeting someone I already knew, but I never imagined it would be you." My fingers fidgeted with the temple of the glasses. "I just... I'm focusing on my career right now, not relationships. Hence the tactical fashion choice." After ordering our meals, curiosity got the better of me. "Did Doris tell you I was your blind date?" Logan's smile widened as he poured water into my glass. "Not explicitly. She just said she was setting me up with someone I already knew, and I figured it out from there." He shrugged with exaggerated
Anna's POV I still had the slap mark on my face, so I didn't dare go back to Shaw Estate and remained back at Golden-leaf Manor. I was halfway through my evening skincare routine when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up with "Mom" and I hesitated before answering. "Annie, darling," my mother's cheerful voice filled the room. "I have wonderful news! An old friend of mine has a son about your age, and we thought it would be lovely if you two met for dinner tomorrow. He's such a charming young man with excellent prospects—" "Let me just be clear - if you're trying to set me up, just say so. Don't use these flimsy excuses. You're my mother, for God's sake. You really think you can pull one over on me?" I pressed the speaker button on my phone, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice. Mom's chiding voice filtered through the speaker. "Oh, look who's so clever while her poor mother is just an idiot, is that it? Fine. The man is someone you already know. Just go and see him, tha
Anna's POV I stared back at her coldly, my palm still tingling from the slap. The entire restaurant had fallen silent, all eyes on our little drama. I didn't care. "Anna Shaw, how dare you slap Lucy?" Mary Simpson's voice cut through the silence, her face contorted with rage. I met her gaze without flinching, my expression as frigid as my voice. "I slapped her because she deserved it. And next time, it'll be you." My words ignited something dark in Mary's eyes. "What did you say? You want to hit me?" She laughed, the sound brittle and mocking. "Marcus leaves and you immediately start chasing after Jack again. What kind of woman are you? You have the audacity to strike someone? Anna Shaw, let's see if you dare to hit back." When she raised her hand again, I didn't move, didn't even blink. I just watched her, my body tensed but still. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cower, nor would I give her the excuse she wanted by fighting back. But inside, my heart had har
Anna's POV "Anna, you weren't taken advantage of by Samuel, were you?" The concern in his eyes made warmth spread through my chest. Even though I was no longer a little girl, Logan still protected me like he did when we were kids. "No, I kept my guard up and realized quickly this man is nothing like the rumors suggest." I shook my head, a hint of self-mockery pulling at my lips. "Once Uncle Marcus left, I suddenly became insignificant in his eyes. He didn't even bother to keep up appearances anymore." Inside, I felt bitter. I'd been incredibly naive to think I could partner with Samuel Griffin and secure the Skylake District project. The very idea seemed laughable now. Samuel had never taken me seriously from the start-he was only using me to get closer to Marcus. The realization left me feeling hollow, but what bothered me more was my own foolishness and embarrassment. "Have you eaten yet, Logan? Let's grab something," I said, gesturing toward the restaurant's dining area, forci
Anna's POV I shook my head. "Samuel already has Mia playing his 'companion. Let's leave Nora out of this for now." Honestly, I had planned to discuss Samuel with Marcus-to share my suspicions and perhaps develop a strategy. But now that he'd returned to Europe, I was on my own. The phantom pressure of his absence weighed on me more than I cared to admit. My phone buzzed. Speak of the devil —Samuel Griffin's name flashed on the screen. I answered with practiced neutrality. "Mr. Griffin, what can I do for you?" "Ms. Shaw," his voice dripped with that artificial charm that made my skin crawl. "I was hoping you'd join me for dinner tonight. Just a casual business discussion." I hesitated, weighing my options. After his behavior at the party and the twisted games he'd been playing, the smart move would be to keep my distance. But I also needed to understand what he was planning next. "Where and when?" I finally asked. "The rooftop restaurant at Golden Ember Hotel, in an hour?" At