Annie Anne lifted her gaze and met the bartender's eyes.
Her lips were tightly pursed, ignoring the bartender's words, simply raising her chin to signal him to refill her empty glass.
The bartender's gaze subtly drifted towards a certain booth, yet he said nothing and followed Annie Anne's request to pour the drink.
Annie Anne lowered her eyes, watching the droplets slide down the glass wall and finally onto her fingertips.
Her shoulders slightly slumped, her expression revealing her terrible mood at the moment.
She and Charlotte Thompson had known each other for so long and had never seemed to have a quarrel.
But now, this kind of thing happened.
What flooded Annie Anne's mind was still Charlotte Thompson's disappointed expression when she looked at her.
This made Annie Anne lower her head in frustration, covering half her face with her palm.
Just as Charlotte had said, she had already decided to collaborate with Leon Battleson; how could she not know his true intention?
