"When I met her at the bar before, I didn't think much about it."
Annie Anne slightly lowered her eyes and, while speaking these words, a bitter smile appeared on her lips, "Ultimately, all of this is my own doing."
Seeing Annie Anne's expression like this, Charlotte Thompson felt a pang in her heart and then raised her hand to press Annie Anne's shoulder, looking at her seriously.
"Annie, what exactly happened before? You and Leon Battleson..."
Just as Charlotte was about to finish her inquiry, Annie Anne's assistant hurriedly rushed in from outside, holding his phone with a slightly troubled expression, handing it to Annie Anne.
"Annie, it's Mr. Hudson's call."
Upon hearing Oliver Hudson's name, Annie Anne's expression became subtle. She seemed somewhat hesitant, but in the end, she chose to take the call.
No one knows what Annie Anne heard over the phone, but she soon cast a stunned look at Charlotte Thompson's face.
