The driver hurried to open the door of the white Mercedes Richard had gifted Annabelle last month. She halted mid-step, crossing her arms.“Hold it. Change of plan—I’m not going home. I’m going with Hazel.”The man stiffened, clearly uncertain. “Ma’am, Mr. Barton instructed—”Annabelle’s gaze shot up, sharp and unyielding. “Mr. Barton isn’t here, is he?” she cut in, her tone smooth but edged like glass. “So, you’ll take my instruction. Understood?”The poor man froze, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. He looked like someone who’d just been asked to pick sides in a war. “Ma’am, I—”“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Annabelle said, crossing her arms. The bump beneath her sweater pressed forward as if emphasizing her authority.Hazel, sensing the tension, intervened quickly. “Okay, okay, calm down, Tiger. Let’s not scare the poor guy. He’s just doing his job.”Annabelle exhaled slowly, rubbing her temple. “Yeah, well, so am I.”The driver swallowed hard, clearly torn, then gav
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