My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2836 - 2845

If Frank Parker truly held no interest in Joanna Lawrence.

Then not only would her scheme for the night be shattered.

Her meticulous plans spanning the entire past year would also crumble into dust.

She had undergone cosmetic surgery to assume the appearance of Joanna Lawrence. Her aim was to be signed by David Benington at the Talent Agency of the Parker Group. This was all part of her elaborate strategy to first get close to Frank Parker and then attempt to win over the young master of the Parker family to achieve her ultimate goals.

The subsequent phase of her strategy was aimed squarely at Ashton Heath.

Every detail of her plan had been prepared with utmost thoroughness.

She had been utterly convinced that her elaborate scheme could not possibly go awry.

She had returned, brimming with confidence in her impending victory.

But if the very foundation of her plan, her crucial bargaining chip, was flawed from the very beginning, what leverage did she possess to secure victory?

"Mr. Parker, I, I..." Annie Lawrence gazed into Frank Parker’s frigid, narrow eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably with apprehension, the deep-seated fear in her eyes impossible to conceal.

She looked upon the distinguished and influential man with a mixture of fear and desperation, yet she remained unwilling to depart just yet.

A profound sense of resignation had not yet claimed her.

She simply refused to believe her assessment was incorrect.

"Frank Parker had even severed his brotherhood with Ashton Heath for that detestable woman."

How could it possibly be that he wasn't interested in that vile woman?

She couldn't accept this conclusion and felt compelled to confirm it once more.

She couldn't simply walk away so easily.

"Mr. Parker, it's dreadfully dull to drink alone. Allow me to accompany you." Annie Lawrence extended a hand, her fingers slowly inching upwards along Frank Parker’s thigh, tracing suggestive circles on his leg with an unmistakable hint of seduction.

As she spoke, she moved closer to Frank Parker, her body languidly leaning against him.

She was steadfastly convinced.

What man in existence could possibly resist a woman who so boldly took the initiative?

Furthermore, this woman possessed a captivating allure.

And to top it all off, she bore a striking resemblance to the woman he desired.

Annie Lawrence was confident in her understanding of male psychology, certain that Frank Parker would not reject her advances this time.

"Ah!"

Just as she was about to press herself against Frank Parker, a piercing scream erupted from her, and her entire body was violently propelled to the ground by Frank Parker.

Frank Parker then produced a handkerchief and, with an expression of utter disgust, wiped the very spot she had touched. His face contorted as if an unbearable and repulsive substance had contaminated his leg.

Without sparing a single glance at Annie Lawrence, who lay pale and incapacitated on the floor, he turned his head and issued a cold command to the bodyguard standing nearby, "Hurl her out of here. And ensure no more unauthorized individuals gain entry. Any guard who allows such a person in will no longer have a place by my side."

The bodyguard's countenance shifted, and he quickly responded with utmost respect, "Understood, Mr. Parker."

Without delay, the bodyguard lifted Annie Lawrence from the ground. She remained there, writhing in pain, her face ashen and slick with sweat.

Then, one bodyguard gripping her head and the other her feet, they unceremoniously carried Annie Lawrence out of the private room, much like one would handle a sack of grain.

Frank Parker displayed absolutely no trace of mercy.

His forceful kick had landed squarely on Annie Lawrence's chest.

Annie Lawrence found herself utterly immobilized by the impact of his kick. The world went black before her eyes, her consciousness plunging into a state of semi-unconsciousness.

Consequently, by the time the two bodyguards carried her out of the private room, she lacked the strength to struggle or resist.

*

The bodyguards transported Annie Lawrence out of the private chamber and deposited her with a passing waiter before departing.

Observing her precarious state, on the verge of losing consciousness, the kind-hearted waiter assisted her in leaning against the corridor wall, inquiring if she required any aid.

Annie Lawrence rested weakly against the corridor wall, and after a period of time, she gradually regained a semblance of awareness.