A slightly cool sensation. A strange feeling coursed through Leona Grant, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by a jolt of electricity. An inexplicable sense of satisfaction lingered within him.
His eyes narrowed with arousal as he savored the heart-pounding sensation.
Seeing that he had let his guard down, Annabelle Linton's eyes turned cold, and she bit down hard on his finger.
The pain was sharp and immediate. Seeing the look on Leona Grant's face change in an instant, it was now Annabelle Linton's turn to smile.
She didn't let go until the taste of blood filled her mouth.
Taking a wet wipe from the bedside table, she elegantly wiped her mouth. "You'd better remember this. You're not the only one in this world who can make people pay. Next time, if you dare to be so insolent again..."
She raised an eyebrow and smiled arrogantly. "It won't be as simple as biting your finger. I'll make you understand what it means to have your family line end with you!"
