Mrs. Yates was practically spitting blood when she heard that.
What do you mean, 'she'll definitely hurt you'?
And what's this about 'what important things could you possibly have to say to her'?
What's wrong with me?!
Mrs. Yates roared indignantly, "Shut up! How dare you offend me? Believe it or not, I'll have you out of a job by tomorrow and make sure you can't survive in Lynton anymore!"
"Fine. No need to wait until tomorrow. Let's make it so he can't survive here, starting right now." Annabelle's lips curled into a smirk as she imperiously crossed her legs, looking at Mrs. Yates with disdain.
"You—"
The color drained from Mrs. Yates's face. "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Annabelle Linton, if you have any guts, come at me directly! Don't you feel like winning with such underhanded tactics is dishonorable?"
