Chapter 659 - 669: Fled Abroad Right After Stealing?

Chapter 659: Chapter 669: Fled Abroad Right After Stealing?

No, absolutely not!

She protested!

If pleading didn’t work, she’d have to get tough. Since acting cute had no effect, she had no choice but to be forceful!

Annabelle Linton’s expression was firm. "I don’t agree! If it comes to this, you might as well just stab me and get it over with. I will not agree to such a humiliating and unequal treaty!"

"It doesn’t matter if you agree or not. You have no say in this!"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

While she was rendered speechless, Leona Grant stripped her bare.

!!!

Annabelle Linton frantically covered her chest, her voice trembling. "I... I don’t agree!"

Leona Grant ignored her completely and pressed down on top of her.

’She dared to call him a rookie? Said he couldn’t satisfy her? Well, today he’d show her what this "rookie" was really made of.’

---

Annabelle Linton finally understood the true meaning of the phrase "trouble stems from careless talk."

That bastard actually kept at it from three in the afternoon until evening?

Annabelle Linton swore to herself that from now on, she would never run her big mouth again. If she did, she’d slap herself silly!

What an unmitigated disaster!

That evening, Leona Grant was working in the study. She slammed the bedroom door shut, with no intention of letting him in.

’He could go wherever he wanted; as far as she was concerned, he wasn’t welcome back tonight!’

In her room, Annabelle Linton opened her laptop.

With a few clicks, a video file played on the screen. It clearly showed Vivian Yates sneaking into her room, caught on camera trying to secretly record audio and video.

’How could Vivian Yates ever have guessed that Annabelle Linton had installed a pinhole camera in the room?’

’And she’d installed it for the express purpose of catching Vivian and forcing her to show her hand.’

’To think she fled the country as soon as she got what she wanted.’

Annabelle Linton scoffed, her eyes flashing with contempt.

’Then she can just stay abroad for good. It would be a shame if she felt compelled to return.’

She closed the laptop. Tapping a rhythmic, deliberate beat on the desk with her fingers, a faint smile played on Annabelle Linton’s lips.

’No need to rush with Vivian Yates. I’ll start with her mother, Mrs. Yates.’

’As I start dealing with her, we’ll see if Vivian Yates is lured out of hiding. If she isn’t... I have plenty of ways to make her surface.’

’To think she erased Leona Grant’s memory and left me in a coma for a year?’

’Hah.’

’Fine.’

Annabelle Linton closed her eyes, relaxing for a moment. When she opened them, her gaze fell upon an invitation card.

And just like that, a perfect plan began to form in her mind...

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The next morning, Leona Grant was stirred from his dreams.

He opened his eyes to see a woman’s exquisite face looming over him. She was holding something and dabbing it on his lips.

Leona Grant grabbed her hand, confused. He looked at the lipstick she was holding and asked, "What are you doing?"

Leona Grant’s lips were now coated in Annabelle Linton’s "Coral Red" lipstick. Against his fair, clear complexion and slightly tousled hair, the effect was devastatingly handsome.

Annabelle Linton stared at the color on his lips, her eyes lighting up in pleasant surprise. "Wow, that color looks amazing on you!"

’The last time this happened was when she was about to go to Mr. Holland’s ribbon-cutting ceremony. Her lipstick had transferred onto his lips, and he had looked so endearingly charming it made her heart melt.’

Hearing her words, Leona Grant closed his eyes, unconcerned. He pulled her into a possessive embrace. "It’s the crack of dawn and instead of sleeping, you’re busy with this nonsense."

Annabelle Linton scrambled up, gave him a hard kiss, and then pointed to her own lips, asking excitedly, "Quick, look! Did any of it get on me?"

It was rare to see her this excited, and her energy had completely chased away the last vestiges of Leona Grant’s sleepiness.

Seeing the faint red tint on her lips, he lied through his teeth. "Nope."

’Impossible.’

Annabelle Linton knew there was, but she played along. "Really? None at all?"

"Mm-hmm."