Remarriage Failed Again Today

"Besides..."

Leona Grant gave a playful smile, spread his hands, and said nonchalantly, "Besides, you can see for yourself. The decision isn’t in my hands. There’s nothing I can do."

’Not in his hands...’

’How could it not be in his hands!’

’The only reason that bitch Annabelle Linton dared to be so arrogant was because he was backing her up, wasn’t it?’

Although her ultimate goal was to have Annabelle Linton bully her as much as possible.

However, Leona Grant’s indifference was something she hadn’t expected, something she couldn’t have imagined.

’It’s like that bitch Annabelle Linton has become harder to deal with. And it seems Leona Grant is slowly changing, too. Everything is spinning out of my control.’

A vicious glint flashed in Vivian Yates’s eyes. ’No, this won’t do. It looks like I have to move the plan up!’

"Fine, I understand."

Vivian Yates gave a desolate smile, looking at Annabelle Linton with an air of utter despair and indifference, as if she would submit to whatever was demanded. "I understand everything now. I’ll agree. As long as you’re willing to let Faye go, I’ll kneel to you. But can I ask you one last question?"

Annabelle Linton knew she would agree.

’This woman is nothing if not flexible. Especially in front of Leona Grant. How could she possibly pass up such a golden opportunity?’

’One last question?’

’Are you kidding me? She’s acting like she’s on her deathbed, asking one last question.’

Annabelle Linton would bet fifty years of her life and her own health that the woman was absolutely going to ask something like, "Did you ever consider me a friend?" or maybe if Annabelle could forgive her for this.

If she was wrong, may she be struck dead by a car the moment she stepped outside.

Annabelle Linton watched her coolly, her lips twitching into a mocking smile.

Sure enough, Vivian Yates sniffled, looking at Annabelle Linton with a sliver of hope still in her eyes. "Annabelle, in your heart, did you ever, even once, consider me a friend?"

Heh.

Hearing this, Annabelle Linton couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Her stunning face was filled with amusement, yet it was incredibly sarcastic. She said coldly, "Do you think you’re worthy?"

Annabelle Linton scoffed, her voice deceptively light as she spoke the most cutting words imaginable. "To me, you’re worse than a dog."

Vivian Yates was so angry she clenched her fists.

’This damn bitch... How dare she say I’m worse than a dog!’

’Who does she think she is?!’

’What the hell does she think she is?!’

HUFF, HUFF—

’Easy, Vivian, stay calm. A little impatience can ruin the whole plan. The real show hasn’t even started yet. You have to endure this.’

Annabelle Linton caught sight of her fist clenching and then quickly unclenching, and the sarcasm on her face deepened.

’Wow, her self-control is something else. To be able to endure even this. Impressive. Truly impressive.’

Vivian Yates’s face was ashen. She looked at Annabelle Linton with an expression of utter despair.

Annabelle Linton found it somewhat amusing.

’Where does this woman get her facial expressions, buy them in bulk? She really nails the delivery.’

"Fine." Vivian Yates smiled faintly. "I will kneel to you, but you’d better do what you just said you would."

Annabelle Linton’s lips curved, as if she had known this would happen all along.

She wasn’t triumphant or happy. She just watched her, lips still curved in that same faint smile.

"Vivian..." Faye Sheffield burst into tears, not knowing what to say.

Vivian Yates smiled again. "Faye, don’t be afraid. See? Annabelle will let you go. I’ll take you to get your face looked at later. Our Faye will definitely be as beautiful as she was before."

"Vivian, Vivian..." Faye Sheffield sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her, heartbroken.

Vivian Yates offered her a reassuring smile.

She walked in front of Annabelle Linton and knelt—