The next morning, Anne Sutton was still in bed.
She was sleeping soundly when the man beside her suddenly gave her a nudge. "Your phone's ringing."
With her eyes still closed, Anne Sutton groggily fumbled for her phone and answered. It was her father, Mr. Sutton. "Your mother and I will be over in a bit."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Anne Sutton remembered that her lunch with Chairman Fawcett was scheduled for noon. She had slept in so late.
She glanced at Nathan Fawcett. He'd been woken up and looked thoroughly annoyed.
"I'm going to get up now," she said.
Nathan Fawcett just grunted, not saying a word.
Anne Sutton got out of bed, quickly freshened up, and then went downstairs to meet them at the entrance.
Although she and Charles Prescott had been engaged for several years, her parents had rarely visited the Fawcett estate. They would either meet elsewhere, or Charles would occasionally visit the Suttons at their home.
