My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2834 - 2844: It Shouldn’t Be Like This

Frank Parker slowly lifted his head. As his gaze ascended, Annie Lawrence swiftly adjusted her smile, mirroring Joanna Lawrence. Once Frank's eyes finally settled on her, she subtly curved the corners of her lips, offering him a sweet smile.

Annie had a specific agenda for her visit today. Consequently, every motion she made was a deliberate imitation of Joanna, from her speech and smile to her makeup and even her hairstyle. Since Frank was evidently captivated by that insignificant woman, Annie resolved to make herself as identical to that insignificant woman as possible in every conceivable way. She found it hard to believe that even this would fail to capture his interest.

The moment Frank’s cold, narrow eyes registered the woman positioned before him, his brown pupils instantly widened, and sheer surprise was undeniably etched onto his handsome features. This reaction was precisely what Annie had anticipated. Frank's momentary dazed expression filled her with a sense of smugness and bolstered her confidence, making her feel as though victory was within her grasp.

Unable to contain the elation evident on her face, and seeing that she had successfully garnered Frank's attention, she summoned her courage and moved a fraction closer. Lightly touching her cheek, she softened her voice further, "Why the intense stare, Mr. Parker? Is there something amiss with my face?"

As she drew nearer,

An overpowering, pungent aroma assaulted Frank Parker's nostrils. This unfamiliar and unpleasant scent served to jolt Frank from his reverie. The astonishment and distraction in his narrow eyes vanished, replaced by their former coldness and detachment. With a frigid tone, he inquired, "You are not one of the waitresses from the private room. Who exactly are you?"

His abrupt shift in demeanor was startling.

Meeting his suddenly icy gaze once more, Annie was taken aback, a flicker of disbelief surfacing in her eyes. Her plan had hinged on Frank's shock upon seeing her resemblance to Joanna Lawrence, leading him to inquire about her identity and invite her to stay. She had envisioned them both indulging in drinks, and a inebriated Frank, she presumed, would prevent her from leaving, paving the way for her desires to unfold smoothly.

Even if Frank didn't succumb to intoxication, it didn't spell disaster. She had a backup plan: discreetly adding a substance she had brought into his drink, rendering him incapable of resisting her. She had successfully employed this tactic on David Benington previously, with remarkable results; David had been driven to madness that night, tormenting her relentlessly. Therefore, no matter the circumstances, she was resolute in her determination to have Frank Parker tonight.

However, she hadn't foreseen that despite Frank's initial surprised reaction to her appearance, the warmth in his eyes would dissipate so rapidly. She questioned why his gaze had turned so frigid again. This wasn't how it was supposed to unfold. She had meticulously rechecked everything; her makeup, hairstyle, and even her attire were all styled to emulate the other woman's typical preferences. Could it be...

Perhaps Frank Parker held no actual affection for that insignificant woman? The thought was almost unbelievable.

As this notion entered Annie's mind, a wave of panic washed over her.

"Mr. Parker, my name is Omega Huntley. I am an artist signed under your company. I heard Mr. Parker was in the vicinity tonight, so I wished to pay my respects," Annie declared, lifting her head. As she met Frank’s cold eyes again, a trace of apprehension flickered, diminishing her former confidence.