Annabelle Linton, however, was in no hurry. She stirred her coffee and took a sip, her expression perfectly composed.
Carla King weighed her words carefully. "Miss Linton, I've considered your proposal. If you help me get a divorce, I'll help you stabilize the Linton Group's technology department. You know I'm mainly in charge of the tech department, so that's the extent of what I can do. I can't make any promises beyond that."
Annabelle Linton offered a pleasant smile. "You just need to do your best. You handle the technology department. I'll take care of the rest."
Carla King nodded. "Alright, Miss Linton. Can you tell me the specifics of your plan now?"
Annabelle Linton pushed her coffee cup forward and folded her hands on the table, shifting into a business-like posture. "Your husband, Charles King, is upstairs—in room 704."
Carla King and Mrs. King were stunned. "What did you say?" they exclaimed in unison.
