Chapter 750: Annabelle’s Personal Revenge

Chapter 750: Chapter 750: Annabelle’s Personal Revenge

As Vivian Yates spoke, she put on a pitiful act, but her eyes were full of provocation.

SLAP!

Annabelle Linton’s eyes flashed coldly, and she slapped her across the face!

Vivian Yates never imagined Annabelle Linton would dare to lay a hand on her at a time like this. She was completely stunned by the blow...

But Annabelle Linton had no intention of stopping there. She grabbed her by the hair and started beating her.

’Didn’t they tell me to leave Leona Grant?’

’Fine, I left!’

’But that doesn’t mean I don’t dare to lay a hand on her!’

’In the end, Vivian Yates is just a pawn, a nobody. Just a piece of trash throwing her weight around because of who’s backing her. And she thinks I’m scared?’

When it came to fighting, there was no way Vivian Yates could beat Annabelle Linton.

Annabelle Linton grabbed her, raining a flurry of punches and kicks on Vivian Yates’s body and face.

Remembering the breathless moans from last night, the lewd photos, and Vivian’s provocative expression, Annabelle Linton’s blows grew more and more vicious.

’You want to put on a show, is that it?’

’Fine, I’ll play along with you!’

Annabelle Linton knocked her to the ground with several hard kicks. Then, seeing the bath towel she was wearing, a fire ignited in her eyes. She tore the towel off in a few rough tugs and began slapping her wildly, all composure gone.

It was the very picture of a wife beating up the other woman.

’They poisoned us, forced me to leave Leona Grant, forced me to hurt Leona Grant, and now she even dares to sleep with my husband?!’

At the thought, Annabelle Linton’s attacks became even more forceful.

When Vivian Yates had come out earlier, she had deliberately worn only a bath towel with nothing underneath, all to provoke Annabelle Linton!

She was completely unable to fend off Annabelle Linton’s assault, and with her towel ripped away, she was even more helpless.

"Annabelle Linton, are you crazy?"

"You shameless bitch! How dare you seduce my husband! So young and you’ve already decided to be a whore instead of learning anything decent. Today, as your elder, I’m going to teach you a lesson!"

Vivian Yates understood. ’Annabelle Linton is using this as an excuse to get her personal revenge!’

’She’s turning my own plan against me!’

’But there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.’

Seeing the onlookers forming a circle, some even taking out their phones to take pictures, she started to panic. ’Even though this is Annabelle Ainsworth’s face, this body is my own!’

She grabbed the bath towel to cover herself and cried helplessly, "Cousin, I really don’t know what happened last night! All I remember is my brother-in-law said he’d fought with you and was in a bad mood, so a big group of us went drinking with him.

I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together after all that drinking... It was my first time... I’m a victim too, Cousin! There was nothing I could do!"

Hearing this, the crowd began to sympathize with Vivian Yates. An older woman walked over to Annabelle Linton and tried to reason with her, "Young lady, I don’t think you can blame your little sister for something like this. Young people just like to have fun. Nobody wants this kind of thing to happen, but you really can’t blame her.

I see she looks a lot like you; maybe your husband just mistook her for you. This poor girl seems so innocent, it’s a terrible thing to happen to her. Why don’t you listen to me, now? Go home and talk things over, alright? This young lady seems innocent. Of course, I’m not blaming you either. Just go home, sit down, and think about it calmly. Don’t be so impulsive."

"Yeah, yeah, I agree. You can’t blame the young girl. But this lady here... she’s really going a bit too far!"

Annabelle Linton sneered as she listened to the bystanders’ comments.

’According to today’s script, I’m supposed to be leaving Leona Grant. Which is why the photos Vivian Yates sent me yesterday have already been printed out as evidence.’

She took the photos out of her pocket.