She stared at him coldly, her expression showing no trace of fear.
"You want to die?"
Leona Grant's flawless profile was impossibly cold, and he radiated a savage hostility. "You fucking say that again! Say you want to die for that man one more time!"
Annabelle Linton scoffed, completely unfazed by his fury.
She chuckled. "You think I'm scared? I could say it a hundred times, and it would still be the same. If you dare to touch him, I'll die right in front of you! You'll carry the burden of killing your ex-wife for all eternity!"
Being known for killing one's ex-wife was no small thing. It would expose Leona Grant's cruelty and heartlessness, and it would be disastrous for him.
But...
"Annabelle Linton!"
