As Annie Anne answered the phone, the agent let out a long sigh of relief.
Even though she tried her best to maintain a calm voice, you could still sense so anger.
Annie Anne opened her mouth, but all her words were caught at the tip of her tongue, and she could only softly utter an apology:
"I’m sorry..."
"How could you do such a foolish thing? But don’t make any statents yet; the trending topic, the company..."
However, before the agent could finish speaking, the door to Annie Anne’s room was suddenly flung open.
Annie Anne was startled, and upon seeing that it was Oliver Hudson walking in, her expression imdiately darkened.
"Annie Anne? Annie Anne?"
The agent repeated Annie Anne’s na several tis, unable to get a response, but the next second, she heard Annie Anne’s voice asking.
"Why are you here?"
As a result, the agent seed to have realized sothing and imdiately hung up the phone.
Annie Anne sat on the bed, looking at the stern-faced Oliver Hudson, and for so reason, a strange emotion welled up inside her.
It made her think of what Campbell Prickly had said.
"Is it okay to use this thod to get back at him?"
But Oliver Hudson didn’t speak, his gaze sweeping through the room until it settled on an overcoat draped over a chair.
It was Campbell Prickly’s coat.
Seeing this, Annie Anne’s eyes flickered, and then she lazily yawned, "Do you need sothing?"
The next second, Oliver Hudson stepped forward, pinched Annie Anne’s cheek, and kissed her hard, sealing off all her words.
Oliver Hudson’s actions lacked any hint of tenderness, making Annie Anne feel like her cheeks were about to be crushed.
Feeling the robe being torn open at her chest, Annie Anne finally began to struggle, but her efforts were insignificant to Oliver Hudson.
The more fiercely Annie Anne struggled, the more it fueled Oliver Hudson’s rage.
"Oliver Hudson, get off ... um..."
Annie Anne glared at Oliver Hudson in front of her, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth but failing to stop his actions.
Oliver Hudson gripped Annie Anne’s jaw, his eyes tinged with red.
Annie Anne growled lowly, finally freeing one of her hands, and then she unhesitatingly slapped Oliver Hudson across the face.
The force of her action was all she could muster, instantly leaving a fierce red mark on Oliver Hudson’s pale face.
"Bastard."
Annie Anne’s voice was hoarse and harsh.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her eyes reddened beyond control, with tears brimming.
Finally, Oliver Hudson seed to calm down as well, loosening his grip on Annie Anne, looking at her with complex emotions.
"Why?"
Annie Anne instantly wrapped herself in a blanket, glancing at the finger marks on her wrist, a chaotic emotion flashing in her lowered eyes.
But when she looked up again, a cold smile appeared on her lips.
"Why? Because I don’t feel anything for you anymore, all I have left is hatred."
Saying this, Annie Anne averted her gaze.
"Or, you can consider it as falling for soone else."
Oliver Hudson gritted his teeth, stepping forward to grip Annie Anne’s shoulders.
"Annie Anne, what did you say?"
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