Annabelle Linton shot the bodyguard a cold look. "Where is she?" she asked indifferently.
"Right here—"
The bodyguard pointed to a heavily pregnant woman.
The woman was beautiful and about seven months pregnant—a classic Hinodean beauty.
She looked at Annabelle Linton with tear-filled eyes and asked in Hinodean, "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
The corners of Annabelle Linton's mouth curved up. She sat on the sofa toying with a knife and replied, also in Hinodean, "I just invited you to watch a good show. Don't you want to know which is more important—you and your son, or the money?"
"I don't know you! Let me go! Please, I'm begging you, let me go!" the woman cried out. The moment she tried to move, however, a bodyguard beside her held her down.
Annabelle Linton leaned back lazily against the sofa, crossed one leg, and closed her eyes to rest, ignoring the woman completely.
