'Aaron Wyatt is back, so she has to leave!'
'In that case, Annabelle Linton, if you've always loved him, then why were you ever nice to me!'
'Have you been seeing me as him this whole time?'
Shit!
Leona Grant was so angry he could have laughed, but like a glutton for punishment, he opened the last photo.
The photo was taken from the same angle, still showing Aaron Wyatt's back. But this time, he was holding Annabelle Linton in his arms!
CRASH—
Leona Grant couldn't stop himself and smashed his phone on the ground!
The butler jumped in fright, not understanding why he had suddenly flown into such a rage when he'd been fine just a moment ago.
'Didn't he say he was going to call the Young Madam? Is he angry because the call didn't go through?'
'But I don't think I saw him make a call.'
The butler was completely baffled. He walked over, quickly picked up the phone, and handed it to him.
'This phone is surprisingly durable. Nothing's broken except for the screen!'
