Chapter 197: Will This Ever End?
In that very instant, Leona Grant’s impression of Vivian Yates seemed to turn completely upside down.
He suddenly felt that Vivian Yates was incredibly fake, while Annabelle Linton, in contrast, was very real.
Whether it was her past gentleness or her current aloof pride, it was all her truest nature.
Leona Grant looked at Vivian Yates, his former indulgence and patience gone. "Keeping trash like this around is an eyesore," he said coolly. "So what if she’s ruined?"
After saying this, he dialed a number and mercilessly ordered someone to come and take her away.
"Leona..." Vivian Yates hadn’t expected Leona Grant to say something like that.
’What she had actually wanted was for Leona Grant to despise Annabelle Linton for her viciousness.’
Faye Sheffield collapsed, her body going limp.
She hadn’t begged Annabelle Linton and had dared to run her mouth because she had never taken Annabelle seriously.
’She thought that, given Vivian Yates’s place in Leona Grant’s heart, she would definitely be fine!’
But now...
Faye Sheffield was well aware of how important a woman’s face was to her.
Seeing that the people coming to get her would arrive at any moment, Faye Sheffield burst into tears. "Young Master Grant, every word I said that day was true! You can investigate it! Annabelle Linton really was meeting secretly with another man! Go and check!"
Both Annabelle Linton and Vivian Yates were speechless.
That wasn’t even the point, was it? What did her meeting with another man have to do with you?
Death was staring her in the face, yet instead of begging for mercy and trying to say something to save herself, she was trying to snitch on someone else. How has she even survived this long?
Speechless or not, the act wasn’t over yet. Vivian Yates started crying anxiously. "Leona, can’t you really spare Faye for my sake? She just acted on impulse; she didn’t mean any harm..."
"Are you done yet?" Annabelle Linton had propped her feet up on the coffee table and, at some point, had started playing a game on the massive monitor.
On the game screen, Annabelle Linton was holding a gun and shooting zombies while she frowned impatiently. "All this crying is so noisy. And that face of hers... what’s the difference whether it’s ruined or not? Anyone who didn’t know better would think her parents just died. Can you be any more annoying?"
The other three people: "..."
Faye Sheffield stared at Annabelle Linton’s languid posture, unable to hide the jealousy in her eyes.
In truth, it wasn’t that she couldn’t swallow her pride to beg Annabelle Linton, nor was it that she truly valued her dignity that much.
But she just hated Annabelle Linton! She hated her for stealing everything from them!
She hated her for stealing the man she loved!
For five long years, his name had been etched indelibly in the depths of her heart, but he had never once given her a proper look.
That’s right—she was in love with Aaron Wyatt!
Ever since Annabelle Linton’s sophomore year, when she fainted after giving blood and Aaron Wyatt came looking for her, Faye had fallen for him!
She never planned to do anything about it, but she just couldn’t stand seeing Annabelle Linton get all the good things.
In her heart, Annabelle Linton was nothing but a bitch.
She stole Leona Grant from Vivian Yates and still refused to let go of Aaron Wyatt!
Faye Sheffield exploded with rage, spitting viciously, "Annabelle Linton, you bitch, what the hell is your problem! Yeah, you’ve got guts! You can secretly meet up with some other man, then come back and sleep with Young Master Grant, and everything’s just fine!
You’ve got guts, you’re so skilled, your seduction tricks are endless—better than any whore’s! Fine! Even if I, Faye Sheffield, die today, I will never beg you, understand? Wipe that disgusting look off your face, you hear me!"
"BANG—"
The coffee table was kicked aside. Annabelle Linton shot to her feet and landed two slaps across Faye Sheffield’s face.
Still furious, she followed up with a stylish kick that knocked Faye to the ground. Then, she casually tossed the game controller in her hand at Faye’s face, her own expression completely cold, all her patience gone.