Annabelle Linton must have used incredible force; her palm was completely numb.
Leona Grant's head snapped to the side from the blow.
'Is she hitting me for another man?'
'Now that she has someone else, she won't even let me touch her, is that it?!'
A raging inferno blazed in Leona Grant's eyes, as if he wanted to burn the whole world down.
He stared at Annabelle Linton, fierce and dangerous, and roared, "Which hand?!"
Annabelle Linton gave him a light, dismissive glance. The corners of her lips curved into a cold smile, both bewitching and deadly.
Then, another slap, even harder and more vicious, followed!
With a heart-stopping SLAP— the very air seemed to freeze solid.
Annabelle Linton looked at him without expression, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Both of them."
"Excellent!"
Leona Grant swept Annabelle Linton into his arms and threw her into the car. His face was unnaturally frigid. He let out a chilling laugh, his expression a mask of pure rage and danger.
