Annabelle Linton was badly startled. She turned her head and looked...
Oh, my god!
L-Leona Grant?!
Seeing his thunderous expression, as if he were grinding his teeth, Annabelle Linton felt four words flash through her mind—
Annabelle Linton, you're screwed!
'How does this man walk so silently? And he was eavesdropping on my phone call! But the most important question is, how much did he hear?'
'I don't think I said anything that bad,' Annabelle Linton thought. 'But...'
A few words flashed through her mind.
Huh— Her eyes flew wide, and she gasped.
Hearing Annabelle's gasp, Quentin Holland immediately sat up in bed and asked nervously, "Annabelle, what's wrong?"
'So it really is a man! And Quentin Holland, no less!'
Leona Grant dropped Annabelle Linton onto the bed. The moment she was free, Annabelle scrambled off the other side, putting as much distance between them as possible.
