Leona Grant's lips curled, a mix of admiration and disdain. "Your brother's birthday is in four or five days. What do you think would happen if I locked you up so you couldn't attend the party?
I know you've been busy with the Linton Group lately. It won't last much longer. The acquisition party… if you can't make it, don't you think you'll regret it for the rest of your life?
Or what if I lock you up and never let you out again? Tell me, won't you regret defying me today for the rest of your life?"
"—You're going to imprison me?"
Annabelle Linton's voice turned ice-cold, faint and distant, as if coming from a faraway place.
'Imprison me?'
Leona Grant froze for a moment when he heard that word.
'He was just trying to scare her. How could that be considered imprisonment?'
Seeing her cold yet slightly pale face, Leona Grant assumed he had successfully scared her.
He looked at her.
