Annabelle Linton struggled to pull her hand back, but Leona Grant was holding it so tightly she couldn't break free.
'What should I do? I just wanted to mess with her a bit, but I didn't expect it to backfire on me like this.'
He gave Annabelle Linton an aggrieved look.
Annabelle Linton felt a buzzing in her head. Sitting across from her senior, she was completely on edge, as if sitting on pins and needles.
'Hey, ex-husband-slash-cousin, you're going to blow our cover, you know that?'
Her senior looked at them suspiciously. No matter how he looked at it, they didn't seem like cousins at all.
"Annabelle... is this really your cousin? I've never heard you mention him. And he doesn't look anything like you."
In some families, cousins can look quite similar.
Leona Grant rolled his eyes at him, speechless.
'Since when the hell do a husband and wife look alike?'
