"You're a coward if you don't kill me today!" Annabelle Linton said without a trace of fear.
'Go ahead and kill me. Better yet, leave me half-dead but not crippled. That way I can file another complaint against him!'
"Fine, then I'll oblige!"
Leona Grant's eyes turned cold, and he tightened his grip—
Annabelle Linton closed her eyes, facing death without a struggle.
Watching her calm expression, Leona Grant suddenly lost interest.
'He had only wanted to scare her, to make her beg him.'
'But seeing her so fearless, he felt there was no point. Still, he felt a surge of irritation!'
Leona Grant loosened his grip and lowered his head.
Annabelle Linton never expected him to pull such a move. Her eyes flew wide in shock!
Leona Grant gazed at Annabelle Linton's wide eyes. They were like a clear pool of water, tempting him to stir the surface, and held a lively, cute, and endearingly dazed quality.
'He suddenly found Annabelle Linton adorable at this moment.'
