Chapter 1270: Chapter 1270 Intentional
When Oliver Hudson was outside, he saw the scene of Annie Anne sitting on the armrest of the chair.
In an instant, an uncontrollable rage surged from his chest.
Now, standing in the room, his gaze stayed on Annie Anne, as cold as if submerged in a frigid pond, void of any warmth.
Elaine Bryant, who was startled by his sudden entrance, was at first dissatisfied with whoever barged in, but upon looking up and seeing Oliver Hudson’s face, her heartbeat started racing.
How could she not recognize Oliver Hudson?
And she also knew that Oliver Hudson was the man behind Annie Anne.
This realization made Elaine Bryant feel a surge of jealousy. Why would someone as outstanding as him take a fancy to Annie Anne?
Everyone in the room had their own thoughts, yet the only person who appeared relaxed was Annie Anne.
Her fingertips and palm cradling a glass of wine, even as Oliver Hudson burst in, she only lazily lifted her eyes towards him, then shifted her gaze back to Manager Zhou.
"Manager Zhou, shall we continue drinking our marriage cup wine?"
Seemingly on purpose, Annie Anne extended her wine glass towards Manager Zhou.
However, before her hand could reach out, her wrist was firmly grasped by Oliver Hudson’s large hand.
Oliver Hudson’s movement was sudden but not unexpected; it’s just Annie Anne wasn’t prepared to react, so when he pulled her, the wine glass flew from her hand.
Whether by coincidence or intent, the wine spilled directly onto Elaine Bryant, snapping her out of her daze, who then exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh my, I’m sorry, sister, I..."
Seeing this, Annie Anne’s eyes flickered as she immediately began to apologize to Elaine Bryant, but she was already being pulled away by Oliver Hudson gripping her wrist.
As he was leaving with Annie Anne, Oliver Hudson’s glance fell on Manager Zhou, his look alone deflating the previously arrogant manager, who seemed to go weak at the knees and sank back into his chair.
Dragging Annie Anne forcefully out of the room, Oliver Hudson strode forward, with Annie Anne, dressed in a tight long dress and high heels, struggling to keep up with his pace.
"Slow down."
Annie Anne, with her brows tightly knit, tried to pull her wrist out of Oliver Hudson’s grasp, but his grip only tightened with her struggle, causing her to let out a pained whimper.
Hearing that kitten-like whimper, Oliver Hudson finally stopped.
"It hurts, don’t go so fast."
Annie Anne lifted her gaze to Oliver Hudson, her eyes slightly red, a faint voice squeezed between her teeth.
She blinked pitifully, her expression a bit dazed as she gazed at the Oliver Hudson before her.
Seeing this, a dark shade flickered in Oliver Hudson’s eyes as he gripped Annie Anne’s waist and pinned her against the wall.
Annie Anne hadn’t expected Oliver Hudson’s sudden action and her back hit the wall of the corridor, letting out a muffled groan.
"You..."
Annie Anne struggled for a moment, but when faced with Oliver Hudson’s restraint, she was at a disadvantage.
Oliver Hudson lowered his gaze, originally intending to grab Annie Anne’s chin, but just then, a conversation seemed to approach from down the corridor.
This interrupted what Annie Anne was about to say.