Chapter 162 Conspiracy

The new message was from Christian. It read, "Ann, where are you? Irene's fine. She's at the hotel waiting for our wedding." Irene was fine and at the hotel. Annie's body went rigid. She slowly lifted her head and fixed her gaze on Sean, who drove beside her without the slightest distraction. It was too much of a coincidence. Now, it all looked ridiculous. She knew that this was a setup and figured that the anonymous text had been his doing. He had wanted to ruin her wedding. She'd been so worried about Irene that she'd ignored every obvious detail right in front of her. A chill ran down Annie's spine. When she spoke, her voice sounded like it had been cut from ice. "Pull over." Sean acted like he hadn't heard her. His hands didn't shift on the wheel, and the car actually picked up speed. Something in Annie snapped. She lunged toward the door and slammed her palm against it. "Sean, I said, pull over! Are you deaf? Do you not understand basic words?" Sean finally turned his