Chapter 657 - 667: Can Leona Grant Satisfy You, or Can I Satisfy You Better?

Chapter 657: Chapter 667: Can Leona Grant Satisfy You, or Can I Satisfy You Better?

After thinking it over, Ashley Grant said with grave sincerity, "It’s for the best that you’ve thought this through. Okay, then. When you go abroad, try to be a better person, turn over a new leaf. You still have a chance, so don’t go down the wrong path again. This is as far as I’ll take you. Take care, and I won’t see you out. Remember, once you’re gone, don’t come back!"

Vivian Yates: "..."

’Does she fucking think I’m a prisoner?’

’A prisoner...’

Vivian Yates’s expression stiffened at the thought.

’Whatever. I should just hurry up and get out of this place.’

And just like that, Vivian Yates went abroad as planned.

...

Annabelle Linton and Leona Grant returned the next day.

After they got back, Ashley Grant recounted everything without leaving out a single detail, but Annabelle Linton didn’t show much of a reaction.

When she saw Annabelle’s silence, Ashley Grant grew flustered. "Annabelle, you’re not going to hold this against me, are you? Please don’t! If it’s really a problem, I can... ask her to come back?"

Though she offered to bring her back, her expression was a clear threat: ’Just try holding a grudge.’

’These two siblings,’ Annabelle was at a loss for words.

Annabelle turned, pulled Ashley into her arms, and squished her cheeks, saying with mock disgust, "Hypocrite!"

’I’m really getting into squishing people’s faces lately,’ she mused. ’Leona Grant’s is so soft, and Ashley’s is just as good!’

Ashley knew from her reaction that Annabelle wasn’t mad.

She then tackled Annabelle onto the sofa, pinning her down just like Leona Grant often did. Ashley pressed her whole body down and pushed Annabelle’s hands above her head.

Annabelle laughed at her childish, flirty antics. "You little devil!"

A wicked grin spread across Ashley’s face. Mimicking the domineering male leads from romance novels, she buried her face in Annabelle’s neck and purred, "Woman, you can’t handle the consequences of provoking me. I’m going to make sure you can’t get out of bed for three days!"

CRASH—

Just as they were playing around, the sound of something shattering echoed through the room.

They both looked over to see Leona Grant standing petrified in the nearby kitchen doorway, her hand still frozen in mid-air.

At her feet lay a shattered glass, water pooling on the floor.

"..."

’Oh, crap.’

Annabelle Linton and Ashley Grant froze, a stampede of unspoken curses galloping through their minds.

Dead silence.

A bizarrely heavy silence hung in the air for a full minute.

And then...

Leona Grant finally found her voice. Her expression darkened in an instant as she roared, "What the hell are you two doing?!"

’I’m so dead!’

Ashley Grant scrambled off the sofa, practically tumbling over herself to get away from her.

Staring at Leona Grant’s face, which was as black as charcoal, Ashley felt a wave of pure terror. She bolted for the door, shouting, "I just remembered I have something to do! I’m heading out! I won’t be back for a few days, so don’t you worry about me!"