Chapter 23

Annabel's revenge was far from over. At the group's all-staff meeting, Annabel sat at the head of the table, her fingertips lightly tapping the surface. She began her speech slowly, smiling as she looked down at the audience. "We have a special segment today. Let's welcome Mr. Morse to read a business model essay." Tristan stood in the corner, his face ashen. In his hands was a stack of yellowed pages. They were love letters he had written to Annabel at 18 years old, each page soaked in youthful devotion and fiery promises. "Read it," Annabel urged softly. "Let everyone appreciate Mr. Morse's writing." The room fell into absolute silence. Tristan's fingers trembled slightly, but he still flipped open the first page. "Anna, when I saw you in a white dress today, my heart was racing so fast I thought I might die…" His voice was dry and bitter. By the third page, his Adam's apple rolled violently. "Let's get married when I turn 22 years old, okay? I'll love you forever, and only