Chapter 744: Discovering the Conspiracy 5

Chapter 744: Chapter 744: Discovering the Conspiracy 5

Tears blurred her vision. Annabelle Linton slid weakly down the wall, covering her mouth as she broke into sobs.

’Her husband is about to sleep with another woman. I could go in and stop them, but I don’t even have the courage to take a single step.’

Annabelle Linton squeezed her eyes shut in agony, feeling as if she were falling into a bottomless abyss.

She tried to brainwash herself again and again. ’After I die, Leona Grant will have to find another woman to marry anyway. If I can’t even make this one contribution, then why has it come to this?’

’Annabelle, just hold on a little longer,’ she told herself. ’Just a little longer, and Leona Grant will be able to live.’

...

In the private room, Leona Grant carried Vivian Yates over to the sofa and pinned her down.

"Don’t, don’t, Leona!"

Vivian Yates played along, crying out a couple of times.

Leona Grant gripped her waist with brute force, burying his face in her neck as he ripped at her clothes.

Vivian Yates was thrilled, wishing she could press her entire body against him.

Just as she felt him getting aroused, Leona Grant suddenly stopped moving.

’What’s happening?’

Vivian Yates looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep.

She was left speechless.

’How could he fall asleep at a time like this?’

’Perfect. An opportunity like this is rare. I’d already decided: tonight, I’ll either sleep with Leona Grant or just take his sperm. My mission is to get pregnant with his child, one way or another.’

’The night is long. I bet a certain someone is feeling like every second is a year...’

A thrill of pure satisfaction shot through Vivian Yates at the thought.

She looked over at Leona Grant. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

A cold glint flashed in Vivian Yates’s eyes. She slid out from under him and began to undo the buttons on Leona Grant’s shirt one by one. She pulled it off, revealing his muscular torso.

’I’d love to take his pants off too, but that’s too much work. Pants are a hassle to remove, so I’ll just skip it.’

Then, she stripped off her own clothes—everything, including her underwear. She draped herself over Leona Grant, pressed her lips against his face, and snapped a few pictures. CLICK, CLICK. A moment later, she sent them to Annabelle Linton.

...

Annabelle Linton’s heart ached so much she could barely breathe. A soul-crushing pain crept through her veins, spreading to every inch of her body until her blood felt like it had turned to ice. A profound chill washed over her.

She truly felt she had lost all will to live.

’What are they doing in there right now?’

’Are they naked?’

’Have they slept together?’

’It’s been over an hour. They must have done it all by now, right?’

As this thought crossed Annabelle Linton’s mind, the air seemed to grow thin. She tried to stand, but her limbs were so cold and numb that she couldn’t even move.

In the midst of her tears, her phone suddenly buzzed.

Annabelle Linton snatched it up, but the image on the screen made her fling it away in horror. It was a photo of Vivian Yates and Leona Grant together.

She immediately scrambled to grab the phone again, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart as she stared at the two people in the picture.

Annabelle Linton clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath for a long time before she finally recovered.

After steadying her breathing, she picked up her phone and called Vivian Yates.

Vivian Yates had been waiting for Annabelle Linton’s call and answered immediately.

"Vivian Yates, don’t you forget what you promised me," Annabelle Linton’s icy voice cut through the moment the call connected. "If anything happens to Leona Grant, I swear I won’t let you get away with it, even if it costs me my life!"

Hearing this, Vivian Yates giggled. "Tsk, tsk," she said smugly. "I have to say, Annabelle Linton, I’m truly impressed. To think you’d be willing to compromise this much for the man you love."