Chapter 747: No One Else Can Know About This, Understand?

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: No One Else Can Know About This, Understand?

Leona Grant had done it with Vivian Yates. They had actually slept together...

Annabelle Linton burst into tears, feeling like her heart had shattered into pieces that could never be put back together. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

’Honestly, it’s not a bad trade if Leona Grant gets to live by sleeping with Vivian Yates just once.’

Annabelle Linton tried to convince herself over and over. She covered her face with trembling hands, trying to hold back the tears. But when she recalled Vivian Yates’s moans and gasps from the phone call, her heart couldn’t help but ache all over again.

’I thought I could be strong enough to face all of this.’

’I thought any sacrifice was worth it, as long as Leona Grant could live.’

’I thought I could accept any price, but that was all just what I thought.’

’That’s all it was... just what I thought...’

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Leona Grant sat in the private room next to Vivian Yates’s, watching everything on the monitor. He felt as if countless knives were relentlessly stabbing him in the heart.

He knew Annabelle Linton had misunderstood, but he couldn’t go out and clarify anything.

Because, thinking back to that dream, he had a strong feeling that a massive conspiracy was waiting for him.

With so much uncertainty, he couldn’t possibly let Annabelle Linton take that risk.

Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton’s anguish, his body curled up in his seat. The rims of his eyes turned slightly red.

He watched her like that for the entire night.

...

「The next day, dawn finally broke.」

Vivian Yates was still asleep when she was jolted awake by a loud crash.

She opened her eyes and saw Leona Grant frantically fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, several of them already misaligned.

Next to him, the things on the coffee table had been knocked over, scattering across the floor.

He looked incredibly rushed, his hair a mess and his face fraught with panic.

Leona Grant was buttoning his shirt in a fluster, but one of the misaligned buttons just wouldn’t fasten.

Sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort. Finally, in a fit of frustration, he forcefully ripped the shirt off, grabbed a brand-new one, and started pulling it on.

As he turned, his eyes met Vivian Yates’s confused and bewildered gaze.

Leona Grant froze for a moment, then strode over to her. He grabbed her fiercely by the neck and warned viciously, "No one else is to know about this, you understand? Especially not Annabelle Linton. If she finds out, I’ll kill you. Got it?"

A flash of glee sparked in Vivian Yates’s eyes, but she quickly masked it, putting on a pitiful act. "Brother-in-law, what happened? After I left, I felt I’d acted rashly, so I came back..."

"But I didn’t dare apologize to you two alone, so I asked Xylas Shepherd to mediate for us. He said he’d help me contact you and my sister-in-law. But after you arrived last night, you just kept drinking and drinking. We drank with you, and then... the next thing I know, I’m here. I don’t remember anything else. Can you tell me what happened?"

’What an act.’

Leona Grant was utterly speechless, but he decided to play along.

He tightened his grip on her neck and said harshly, "Still putting on an act?"

Vivian Yates stared at him, struggling to breathe. She shook her head desperately and said with great difficulty, "I’m not... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... I don’t know, Brother-in-law! I really don’t know anything... What are you doing?"

As they struggled, the silk comforter suddenly slipped off, revealing her naked body. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Leona Grant. She quickly grabbed the comforter to cover herself and stammered in disbelief, "We... we didn’t...!"