Mrs. Yates's eyes flew wide open when she heard this, looking as if she'd been struck by lightning.
'This is bad, this is really bad!'
An investigation would blow this whole thing wide open. If Annabelle Linton had actually been assaulted, that would be one thing, but she hadn't been!
She had lured President Lewis here, and she had set up Annabelle Linton. An investigation would expose her entire scheme. Wouldn't she be in for a miserable end then?
Mrs. Yates's face turned pale as she scrambled to think of a solution.
Annabelle Linton let out a cold laugh and was about to say something when Leona Grant's deep, cold voice cut in again.
"Who are you calling a bitch—"
Leona Grant's gaze was dark as he stared at President Lewis, a palpable chill radiating from him.
When President Lewis saw Leona Grant, he was overcome with righteous indignation. He pointed at Annabelle Linton and began a tirade of accusations. "It's this bitch!
