Leona Grant watched her dash off, pressing his lips together. "So, are you going next Tuesday?"
"We'll see," Annabelle Linton replied before hurrying frantically out the door.
Mrs. King had just called to say that the tumor in Carla King's father's brain had taken a turn for the worse. 'It was just removed a few days ago,' Annabelle thought. 'How could it be worse already?'
Annabelle Linton ran out of the villa and quickly told the driver to take her to the hospital.
Because of her work, she was constantly running to the hospital. Annabelle was getting sick of it.
Just as the car started to move, Vivian Yates emerged slowly from behind a grove of trees outside the villa's gate.
Watching the car speed away, the corner of her mouth curled into a vicious smirk, her eyes glinting with malice.
'Annabelle Linton, starting today, I'm going to take everything from you. Everything you stole from me, I will get it all back, piece by piece!'
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