Chapter 18 Not Even Worthy
When Jonathan leaned in to kiss her, Annabel turned her head to avoid it.
But in doing so, his lips landed on her slender neck instead.
The kiss was scorching hot, sending a shiver down Annabel’s spine. But the next second, she felt a sharp pain on her neck.
“Ouch!” Annabel gasped. She couldn’t believe Jonathan actually bit her.
“Annabel,” Jonathan lingered, reluctant to pull away from her graceful, swan–like neck. Then he moved to her ear and said in a low, magnetic voice. “You shouldn’t flirt with any man except me from now on.”
“What’s with that flirt thing?” Annabel almost exploded.
But just as she was about to push him away, a furious voice exploded from behind them. “What are you two doing?”
Then came Lillian’s shocked voice, “Annabel, you–how could you betray Charles like this?”
Her gaze landed on Jonathan and lingered there for a long while, until jealousy flickered in her eyes. “So you’ve been keeping a pretty boy on the side?”
Lillian clenched her teeth. Annabel’s luck with men was infuriating, she thought. But too bad–tonight, she was going to crush all of it.
Jonathan, interrupted, turned his cold gaze on them. His face held no warmth.
‘If I were actually Annabel’s boy toy… it might not be so bad?‘ He thought to himself.
Charles stepped closer, took one look at Jonathan’s face and physique, and instantly felt a wave of envy. His voice was sharp with fury as he snapped at Annabel, “How can the Shaw family ever accept a shameless woman like you?”
Jonathan’s face darkened, and just as he was about to step forward, Annabel moved ahead of him, and then “Slap!” She raised her hand and slapped Charles hard across
the face.
“If we’re talking about shamelessness, I’m nowhere near your level,” Annabel shot back.
Charles was stunned. Not only did Annabel hit him, but she did it in front of everyone. Coupled with the frustration he’d already been harboring from the Aether Studios. incident, rage boiled over as he raised his hand to hit back.
“You filthy brat!”
But before his hand could fall, a st—
unyielding like a bird of prey.
his wrist mid–air–sharp and
Successfully unlocked!
Jonathan’s voice colder than ice rang out. “You think you’re worthy of touching
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Annabel?”
Charles was frozen in place, terrified. If his hand hadn’t been held, his legs probably would’ve given out.
Even Lillian, merely standing on the sidelines, went pale.
There was a flicker of confusion in Annabel’s eyes. She had clearly overlooked something.
How could a mere boy toy waltz in and out of Aether Studios and La Table Royale freely and have that kind of presence? She couldn’t help but ponder.
Before she could think further, Mason arrived with a group of people. Seeing Annabel protected behind Jonathan, he frowned slightly and said to the security guards,” Throw these two out.”
Lillian thought Annabel and Jonathan were the two intruders. She nearly failed to hide. the smirk curling at her lips. “Annabel, you should just go home. Places like this aren’t meant for just anyone.”
Charles sneered, lips twitching. But before the smile could fully form, the security
am had already moved to eject them.
s place does not welcome you,” said the guards. “Please leave immediately.”
ney didn’t even get a chance to explain. In front of the crowd, the two were forcibly thrown out of the venue. Charles was livid, and Lillian’s eyes welled with tears as she sobbed.
“Charles, don’t be mad,” she comforted, clearly acting out. “Looks like Annabel’s found herself a new backer. She’s not only betrayed you, but had us thrown out. Let’s just not cross her for now.”
“She has a backer?” Charles roared. The humiliation of being cuckolded made his blood boil. “You think the Shaw family is that easy to mess with?”
“Calm down, Charles,” said Lillian. Now alone, she leaned into him. “I took photos of Annabel clinging to that man. If we post them online, everyone will side with you.”
Normally, Charles hated airing his dirty laundry. But lately, all the ridicule and shame had come from Annabel. He clenched his teeth.
“Do it!” Charles nodded. If Annabel had no honor, then why should he show mercy?
The two reached an agreement. Lillian’s hands began to roam over Charles’s body.
“Let’s go to the hotel,” Charles grunted, starting the car.
But Lillian whined, “Hotels need ID card. What if we get caught on camera…
“You’re so horny, aren’t you?” Charles muttered under his breath. Seeing how eager Lillian was, he pulled her closer and kissed her.
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But just half an hour later, he shoved Lillian off him, face dark.
Lillian clutched her chest and sobbed, “Charles, let’s try again. Maybe it’ll work later…”
Agitated, Charles snapped, “Get off me!”
“Please, Charles, I love you,” Lillian cooed, hugging him from behind. “You’ve probably just been stressed lately. Let’s go see a doctor. Everything will be fine…”
Meanwhile, in the corridor of La Table Royale, Jonathan’s gaze locked intensely on
Mason.
“Annabel, is he your friend?” asked Mason. He had never met Jonathan before and casually slung his arm around Annabel’s shoulder.
Jonathan’s eyes darkened. He looked like he wanted to hack that hand off.
“No,” Annabel replied indifferently.
With that, she turned to leave. Mason quickly followed.
The farce was over. She had no appetite left.
Jonathan stared at their retreating silhouettes, brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
“Wow,” Leonard appeared beside him and muttered, “Annabel really is something.”
Jonathan turned with a frosty glare. “Give me your phone.”
“… What?” Leonard blinked, confused.
Jonathan looked impatient. Terrified of angering his Mr. Turner, Leonard quickly handed it over and even unlocked it.
Jonathan’s slender fingers opened the photo album and tapped through several times.
“Uh,” Leonard struggled to speak up. “I have some… treasured pictures of beautiful ladies in there… please don’t delete-”
Before he finished, his phone was tossed back at him..
Leonard frantically checked–it was gone. The whole “Annabel’s Glamour Shots” album had been deleted. Even the recently deleted folder had been cleared.
“Jonathan!” Leonard screamed. “You deleted my precious shots? Your
possessiveness is off the charts!”
Jonathan didn’t answer. He strode straight toward the restroom–inside his phone was Annabel’s photo.
Just the thought of Annabel made a rare smile tug at his lips.
But the image of Mason’s hand on her shoulder flashed through his mind again, and
his face darkened once more.
After the two left, a figure emerged from the shadows–it was Celia.
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She’d been watching the whole time, and she recognized Charles and Annabel.
‘So the lowly White family dares dream of landing Mr. Turner?‘ she thought to herself. Just keep dreaming.
Her hand clenched around her phone, nails digging in so hard–but she didn’t even feel
the pain.
That very night, the internet exploded with news of Annabel cheating. Photos of her and Jonathan cuddling at La Table Royale went viral.
People were stunned–karma’s real! The girl who got cheated on was now cheating.
herself.
Conspiracy theories flew: the White family was playing some elaborate game. Neither of the two heiresses were simple.
The White family’s slowly recovering stock price plummeted again, making Victor furious enough to down the rest of his heart medicines in one go.
But there was nothing he could do, so he could only scream over the phone, “Annabel!
If you don’t clear this mess up by tomorrow, don’t even bother coming back to the family!”
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