'What a moron. A truly fucking rare breed of moron.'
Annabelle Linton was at her wit's end, dealing with a lunatic like him.
'Enough of this pointless conversation.'
Annabelle Linton pushed him away, her expression cold. Ryan was still in prison; she couldn't waste any more time.
Leona Grant let her push him away. Seeing she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist and demanded, "Where are you going?"
Annabelle pried his fingers off her wrist. "None of your business," she said with a frown.
A sharp glint flashed in Leona Grant's eyes.
'As if he didn't know what she was worried about!'
'She knew what he was thinking, and he knew what she was thinking. They were a match made in heaven—how could they possibly be torn apart?'
"Oh."
For once, Leona Grant was surprisingly agreeable. He released her. "Is that so? Then go ahead."
