Chapter 360: Chapter 358: Dare to Touch My Woman, Tired of Living?
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!
Young Master Grant, let me tell you, this bitch was in the room trying to seduce me! I was doing her a favor by even considering sleeping with her, and she dared to injure me?! She’s clearly a common slut, acting all chaste after playing the whore! I’ll fucking... Argh!"
President Lewis was in the middle of his rant when Leona Grant sent him flying with a single kick.
’Now I finally understand why Annabelle Linton was injured and why she climbed in through the window!’
’So it was this blind fool who dared to hurt my woman!’
He was getting impatient. This guy clearly had a death wish!
"Chase!"
At Leona Grant’s call, Chase hurried over. Understanding his boss’s temper, he presented a handgun with both hands and deftly attached a silencer.
The appearance of the gun made the color drain from everyone’s face.
No matter how slow he was, President Lewis finally realized what was happening. "Young Master Grant, Young Master Grant, let’s talk this over. What are you doing?"
Leona Grant’s threats toward Annabelle Linton might just be verbal, but with others, he never showed mercy!
He stood there, his gaze terrifying. His inviolable nobility and intimidating aura were enough to make everyone hold their breath!
He advanced with the gun, pressing the muzzle to President Lewis’s forehead and sneering, "What do you think I’m doing? You dared to touch my woman. Are you tired of living?"
"Y-Y-Young Master Grant, it’s a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Someone told me there was... entertainment here. When I came in, this young lady came out in a bathrobe. I was blind—I failed to recognize your esteemed lady! Young Master Grant, please, spare my life!" President Lewis begged in terror.
"Oh?" Leona Grant said, his face expressionless. "Then tell me who sent you."
"Well..." He didn’t know either. It was just a servant.
Just as he was thinking, Leona Grant suddenly fired!
BANG!
The shot was fired without any warning.
Leona Grant had pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation. The silenced shot wasn’t loud, but the dripping blood on the floor proved he had really fired.
Annabelle Linton’s pupils contracted.
She looked at President Lewis. Leona Grant had shot the man right in his crotch!
President Lewis had already fainted.
’Brutal. Merciless!’
Leona Grant’s lips curled in a cold sneer. "To think he’d dare touch my woman without knowing his own place. Chase, throw him out!"
"Yes, sir."
Chase acknowledged the order and had his men carry the body out from the back.
Annabelle Linton still hadn’t recovered from the shock.
Leona Grant’s sharp gaze swept over to Mrs. Yates. "I wonder what Mrs. Yates is doing here? I saw Annabelle Linton come out of this room, and you immediately started questioning her by name. What, does she need to report her whereabouts to you?"
"No, no, no! Leona, I was just here to discuss some business with President Lewis. I was just a bit shocked to see Miss Linton, so my tone was a little harsh!" Mrs. Yates explained hurriedly.
Her form of address had changed in an instant.
"Is that so?" Annabelle Linton couldn’t suppress a cold laugh. She said pointedly, "What were you so shocked about? Mrs. Yates, are we on such terms that seeing each other would be a shock?"
"No..." Mrs. Yates stammered. Then, a cunning glint flashed in her eyes. "I just remember that Miss Linton wasn’t wearing this dress earlier, and I’ve heard that President Lewis is quite the lecher...
I was just worried that you... Miss Linton, as your elder, I just feel that you were once the Young Madam of the Grant Family, and you have a boyfriend now. I was afraid something might have happened to you with President Lewis. That would be such an injustice to you. But seeing you with Young Master Grant, I assume you’re alright. That puts my mind at ease..."
Mrs. Yates delivered her speech with such earnest, heartfelt concern.
When Leona Grant heard her mention the word "boyfriend," he froze on the spot, speechless.
"Mind your own business. Other people don’t need your concern!"
Annabelle Linton shot Mrs. Yates a cold glare and walked away impassively.
’Nothing will be resolved today. It seems I’ll have to find another chance for revenge later.’
She was exhausted, and her wounds ached.
Just as she left the lounge area, she saw her grandfather.
She told her grandfather she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home and rest. He told her to take good care of herself.
Annabelle Linton agreed and walked out of the old mansion.
The moment she stepped outside, Aaron Wyatt got out of a car and ran toward her in a panic.
