My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2841 - 2851: Did You Say Something to Him?

Linda: I'll help you get onto a suitable show again. But now that you know that Omega Huntley is Annie Lawrence, what are your plans? You can't just sit idly by. If she is truly back for revenge, even if you evade her this time, she will surely find another way to get close to you.

Joanna: Yes, I’ve also considered this. However, if she hasn't done anything yet, there's nothing I can do against her. Let's just observe her for now. If her only intention is to continue her career in the entertainment industry without any other motives, then I see no reason to push her to a dead end.

Linda: Regardless, you should be cautious. I have a feeling her return this time is far from simple.

Joanna: Yes, I will be careful.

Linda: It's getting late. You should get some rest. Good night.

Joanna: Good night.

After her conversation with Linda concluded, Joanna made preparations to retire for the night.

At that precise moment, a knock echoed at her door.

Glancing at the clock, she wondered who it could possibly be at this late hour.

Who could be at her door? Porter Rushbrook, or perhaps Kelvin Norman?

She hastily put on a jacket, smoothed her hair, and then proceeded to the door, opening it.

The moment the door swung open and she saw the person standing there, a look of astonishment flickered across Joanna’s face.

Instincively, she took a step back into her room.

There, at the threshold,

stood Annie, her face flushed with alcohol, her eyes a bit unfocused. She used one hand to steady herself against the doorframe. Upon spotting Joanna, a cold, mocking smile curved her lips: "Joanna, why are you stepping back? Do you believe I'm going to consume you or something?"

"Omega, do you require something from me?" Joanna disregarded Annie's taunt, maintaining a deliberate distance, her eyes betraying a guarded wariness.

The individual who had knocked wasn't Kelvin Norman, nor was it Porter Rushbrook, but Omega Huntley.

No, it would be more accurate to say it was Annie Lawrence.

Joanna had been unaware of her true identity before. Although she had sensed a certain hostility emanating from her, Joanna hadn't felt compelled to take excessive precautions.

Now that she knew the person before her was indeed Annie, vigilance became absolutely necessary.

Joanna certainly didn't consider Annie's late-night visit to her room a positive development.

"What, can I not come to see you if there's nothing going on?" Seeing Joanna lingering at the door, with no intention of inviting her in, Annie let out another sneer. "Joanna, aren't you going to invite me inside?"

Joanna regarded her with an impassive expression: "What do you want? If you have nothing to say, I will be closing the door."

"Hmm, Joanna has become quite the prominent figure now. Well, considering you're an A-list actress, it's understandable that you wouldn't pay much mind to newcomers like us. But Joanna, aren't you concerned about people discovering your duplicitous nature, given how differently you behave in public versus in private?"

After enduring Annie's barbed remarks, Joanna's frown deepened in impatience: "I'll say it one more time. If you have nothing significant to discuss, I am closing this door."

As she spoke, she extended her hand, preparing to shut the door.

"Wait, don't close the door." It was only then that Annie appeared flustered, quickly placing her hand to halt the door's movement. She bit her lip, resentment clouding her eyes as she stared daggers at Joanna, her tone quite abrasive, "Joanna, when you visited Ripple Pavilion today, did you happen to encounter Frank Parker?"

"Did you say anything to him?"

After departing Ripple Pavilion, Annie found herself increasingly bewildered by Frank's peculiar attitude towards her.