Leona Grant’s lips curled, a mix of admiration and disdain. "Your brother’s birthday is in four or five days. What do you think would happen if I locked you up so you couldn’t attend the party?
I know you’ve been busy with the Linton Group lately. It won’t last much longer. The acquisition party... if you can’t make it, don’t you think you’ll regret it for the rest of your life?
Or what if I lock you up and never let you out again? Tell , won’t you regret defying today for the rest of your life?"
"—You’re going to imprison ?"
Annabelle Linton’s voice turned ice-cold, faint and distant, as if coming from a faraway place.
’Imprison ?’
Leona Grant froze for a mont when he heard that word.
’He was just trying to scare her. How could that be considered imprisonnt?’
Seeing her cold yet slightly pale face, Leona Grant assud he had successfully scared her.
He looked at her.
Annabelle Linton was wearing a white T-shirt, light yellow capri pants, and pretty white sneakers. The hem of her shirt was tucked into her pants, outlining her long, straight legs.
She wore light makeup, and her wavy hair fell casually over her shoulders, giving her an indescribable air of freshness and vitality.
She looked beautiful, radiating hope and anticipation for a new life.
’He’d forgotten which moron said it, but if a woman is all smiles when she’s leaving you, it ans she truly has no feelings left for you.’
’No feelings left?’
Leona Grant’s eyes glinted dangerously as he watched her.
’Damn woman, causing trouble first thing in the morning, clamoring to move out. With all that nerve, she might as well try flying.’
He admitted it readily, "That’s right. If you walk out that door today, I guarantee I’ll make good on my word."
BANG—
Annabelle Linton suddenly kicked the coffee table next to the sofa. The glass table slamd heavily into the cabinet under the living room TV, and both pieces of furniture toppled over.
Leona Grant stared, dumbfounded, at the incredibly strong woman before him.
There was no warmth on Annabelle Linton’s face. She smiled coldly. "You want to imprison ? What gives you the right to imprison ? Leona Grant, on what grounds can you imprison ?!"
With that, she grabbed a nearby chair and began smashing things like a madwoman, from large items like the TV, sofa, liquor cabinet, stereo system, blue-and-white porcelain vase, paintings, and windows...
...to small ones like teacups, throw pillows, the shoe rack, the bookshelf, and the dining table.
The magnificent living room was instantly reduced to a chaotic ss.
Seeing nothing left to smash, Annabelle Linton began to furiously pound on the walls.
An ornate, white, European-style mirror hung on the wall. Annabelle Linton looked up and saw her own distorted face within it. Her reflection had red eyes and had completely lost control.
Annabelle Linton gave another cold smile, walked to the mirror, raised her hand, and viciously smashed it against the glass.
CRACK—
A fist-shaped crater appeared in the mirror, and her reflection was instantly shattered into pieces. Her fist was covered in shards of glass, and fresh blood dripped down from it.
The single word "imprisonnt" made her rember being locked in a basent, on the verge of death.
She had been frad by Vivian Yates for killing their child, but the one who took her away wasn’t the police—it was Leona Grant!
Leona Grant had known perfectly well that she had claustrophobia, yet he locked her in there anyway, refusing to even listen to a single word of her explanation.
He had said, "Annabelle Linton, you killed my child. I will not let you go! From this day forward, you will stay here for the rest of your life and atone for my unborn child!"
In the dark basent, her desperate cries went unanswered. She was hopeless, in agony, just barely clinging to life.
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