Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 115: What Happened to Your Face?

"Birds of a feather flock together. A vixen’s friends can’t be any good. Get them! Beat them all up and consider it a public service!"

With that, the group started attacking Vivian Yates and her friends again.

Vivian Yates tried to run, but they caught her and slapped her twice across the face.

As she struggled in terror, she saw Annabelle Linton standing off to the side.

Annabelle Linton watched her with a look of mockery, disdain, indifference, and scorn.

Vivian Yates froze for a moment, then got in her car, abandoned her two companions, and fled by herself.

After escaping to safety, Vivian Yates clutched her red, stinging face, absolutely furious!

’This is such a senseless disaster! It’s all that bitch Faye Sheffield’s fault, always surrounding herself with brainless morons!’

But then she remembered that Annabelle Linton had been there too, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

’My intuition tells me tonight’s incident had something to do with Annabelle Linton.’

’Wendy King was dressed like that, and a mob was calling her a vixen. Had her affair with Charles King been exposed?’

’Was it Annabelle Linton?’

’If that’s the case, then I can really make a big deal out of this.’

’And putting that aside, Annabelle Linton just stood there and watched me get hit without doing a thing. What would Leona Grant do if he found out about this?’

’Based on past experience, as long as I fan the flames a little, Leona Grant is sure to take his anger out on her.’

’So what if Annabelle Linton has changed now?’

’As long as she still loves Leona Grant, she’s no match for me.’

And in Vivian’s mind, the only way Annabelle Linton would ever stop loving Leona Grant was if she were dead.

...

The next day, a video was leaked online showing Wendy King being caught having an affair with Charles King and then brutally beaten by his wife.

However, Carla King’s and Mrs. King’s faces were pixelated, making them unrecognizable, while Wendy King’s face was perfectly clear.

She made the headlines. Having just gone from a minor celebrity to a major star, she was now mired in controversy.

It was all negative press, however, and netizens were tearing her apart online.

Annabelle Linton saw the news and calmly closed her laptop.

’She had said it before: she wouldn’t let a single person who bullied her in her past life get away.’

...

「Grant Group.」

Leona Grant sat at his desk, with stack after stack of documents awaiting his approval.

Sunlight enveloped his noble form, gilding him in a golden glow. It made his perfect features seem even more profound, highlighting his extraordinary and graceful bearing.

"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—"

Without looking up, Leona Grant said, "Come in."

Vivian Yates walked in, holding two file folders. "President, this is the project proposal for Dragon’s Cove."

"Just leave it there."

Seeing how tired he looked from working, Vivian Yates asked, "Should I make you a cup of coffee?"

"That won’t be necessary." Leona Grant looked up at her. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

"Much better. Thank you for your concern, President," Vivian Yates said softly.

Leona Grant gave a helpless smile at her formal tone. "I’ve told you before, you don’t have to call me President when no one else is around."

Vivian Yates smiled faintly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It’s fine. I’m used to it, and it wouldn’t look good if someone overheard. I heard from Assistant Zhang that you haven’t taken a break all morning. You should take care of yourself."

As Vivian Yates tucked her hair behind her ear, Leona Grant noticed the purplish bruise of a handprint on her cheek. He stood up. "What happened to your face?"

"Huh?" Vivian Yates looked confused for a second, then, as if suddenly understanding, she quickly let her hair fall to cover her face. "It’s—it’s nothing. You must be mistaken."

Leona Grant strode in front of her and brushed her hair aside. The handprint stood out clearly on her fair skin. He frowned, his voice turning cold. "Who hit you? And don’t insult my intelligence by telling me you fell. You know I can find out who it was."