She walked over to Annabelle Linton and dropped to her knees—
She looked up, her face a mask of humiliation. "As you wished. I knelt for you. Now, spare Faye."
'Is this enough?'
Annabelle Linton smiled coldly, a deep-seated hatred welling up in her eyes—the kind that seeps into your very bones.
She could never forget what this woman had done to her in her past life.
She could also never forget the life this woman had twisted beyond recognition.
Annabelle Linton's gaze swept over her as she chuckled. "Is that it? Surely Miss Yates didn't think a simple kneel would suffice? Where's your sincerity?"
Tears streamed down Vivian Yates's face again, but she looked like a lamb to the slaughter, speaking like a puppet, "I'm sorry. We were wrong. I'm begging you, please let Faye go."
Watching the scene unfold, Annabelle Linton felt a surge of satisfaction.
'Vivian Yates, what goes around comes around. You never expected this when you were plotting against me, did you?'
