She could only endure that bitch for now.
But all the humiliation she suffered today, she would definitely pay back.
Now more than ever, Annie wanted a powerful backing to help her get everything she desired.
To help her... deal with that bitch Joanna.
Tonight was a perfect opportunity.
She had to seize it tightly.
If she could win over Frank Parker, she would already have accomplished half of her goals.
So tonight was extrely crucial and important for her. No matter what, she could only succeed, not fail.
"Frank Parker..."
Annie looked in the mirror at her exquisite makeup, deliberately altered to look almost eighty percent similar to Joanna. The corners of her lips curved up slightly, her eyes full of determination, she declared word by word, "I will definitely make you interested in . Since you like that bitch Joanna, can you resist a face that is exactly like hers?"
"Isn’t Joanna that bitch so conceited about her seductive face, thinking she can charm all n? Now I’ll use her face to snatch away all the n around her. Not only Frank Parker, but also Ashton Heath..."
"All these n who have been enthralled by you, I will make them all fall at the feet of my Annie Lawrence."
Especially Ashton Heath...
The man she thought about day and night and dread of possessing.
If she could successfully win over Ashton Heath.
There would be nothing to regret in her life.
"Joanna, just wait. Watch , how I take away everything you have bit by bit. Even the man you’ve known for ten years, I can take away. Getting Frank Parker and Ashton Heath is just a matter of ti."
"I refuse to believe that there are no cats in this world who don’t steal fish. As long as they’re n, they will tire of the old and be fond of the new. You’ve been with Ashton Heath for so long that it’s ti to let him go to soone else. Don’t worry, I will take your place and love him well."
*
In the private room.
The air was a bit stuffy. Frank Parker unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and half-lidded his eyes, reclining on the sofa. There was a hint of impatience between his brows. Despite drinking several glasses of ice water in a row, he couldn’t suppress the irritability in his chest.
A waiter stood in front of him, sneaking a glance at his expression, not even daring to breathe heavily.
"What is she doing now?" Frank Parker asked irritably, while tugging at his collar; his narrow and long eyes were also full of impatience.
The waiter imdiately replied cautiously, "Ms. Joanna is playing cards with her friends."
"Playing cards?"
"It’s a ga. The loser will be punished."
"What kind of punishnt?"
"Drawing patterns on their faces and stuff."
"So, did she win or lose?"
"When I just ca over, I saw Ms. Joanna’s face clean and free of any marks. Her two friends, on the other hand, both had turtles drawn on their faces. Ms. Joanna must have won several tis already."
"Co here to play cards and draw turtles? She doesn’t find it childish and boring?" Frank Parker snorted coldly through his nose, "What’s so fun about playing with those two boring n? She might as well stay ho and watch soap operas."
The waiter listened to his words that clearly had a sour tinge, and just kept his mouth shut, not daring to say anything.
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