The three of them stared at her venomously, their eyes filled with a deep, seething hatred.
Annabelle Linton recognized them at a glance.
Faye Sheffield, Wendy King, and Charles King!
A chill ran through Annabelle Linton the moment she saw them.
She instantly understood why she had been kidnapped.
Faye Sheffield stepped forward first. A silk scarf concealed her face, but it couldn't muffle her sharp, caustic voice. "Well, well, look who we have here. Isn't it Mrs. Grant? I see your day has finally come."
She glanced at the red welts on Annabelle Linton's face. A flicker of hatred and triumph flashed in her eyes before she swung her hand, viciously slapping her again.
"Remember how you hit me? The tables have turned. Today, I'm going to make you understand that what goes around comes around. Got it?"
With that, she slapped her again.
