Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 321

Effie’s eyes narrowed as she said, “She’s brought this on herself. It’s not the first time she’s pulled something like this. Honestly, what does it have to do with me?”

Annabel tossed her hair, agreeing, “Exactly. Let’s just go. Suddenly, I’ve lost my appetite for this place.”

“Yeah, let’s.”

As Effie stood to leave, she nearly collided with Suzan, who was heading over to grab some condiments.

Suzan shot Effie a glare, her tone dripping with mockery. “Are you blind, or just careless? Can’t you see I’m pregnant? Or did you do that on purpose?”

Effie met her gaze coolly. “Suzan, being pregnant isn’t a free pass to act like a tyrant. You can’t just use it as an excuse to do whatever you want.”

Suzan snorted, her hand protectively on her belly. “What’s wrong, Effie? Jealous, are you? Maybe you’d like to be in my shoes, but that would require you being able to get pregnant in the first place.” She eyed Effie with smug satisfaction.

Annabel wrinkled her nose in disgust, covering her mouth with her hand. “God, who let a sewer rat in here? The smell coming from your mouth is unbearable.”

“You—” Suzan shot her an infuriated look, but when her eyes landed on Annabel, the first word that popped into her mind was “dominatrix.” She couldn’t help but wonder how Effie even knew someone like this. With that sultry outfit, could she be… working the streets? Honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising. It’s not like Effie knows anyone respectable. Besides, Annabel did look familiar—maybe she’d seen her in some tawdry news story about prostitutes.

Suzan sneered, “Oh please, coming from you? I bet you’ve spread your legs all over town. You’re filthier than my mouth could ever be.”

Annabel’s smile vanished. Her eyes darkened, a flicker of menace passing over her face. She raised her hand.

Effie’s hand shot up, intercepting Annabel’s. Annabel glared, unamused—Effie was the first person to ever stop her mid-slap.

“Effie, let go,” Annabel said through clenched teeth.

Effie turned to her, voice steady. “Annabel, leave this one to me. I’m used to it. No need to dirty your hands.”