Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 149: Annabelle Says She Doesn’t Want to Take Your Call
At these words, Leona Grant’s expression instantly darkened!
His eyes became as cold as a bottomless abyss, his icy pupils as sharp, frigid, and piercing as a sword!
"What did you say?!"
Hearing Leona Grant’s furious voice, Aaron Wyatt sounded even more unperturbed. "Hm? Is it a bad connection? I just said that Annabelle is in the shower. If you need to speak with her, I can hand her the phone."
’Annabelle Linton is taking a shower?!’
’Is there no water at home?!’
’Why would she shower somewhere else?’
’And another thing, what right does Aaron Wyatt have to be handing her things while she’s in the shower?’
’What in the world is their relationship?!’
’Could it be...’
Some indescribable images suddenly flashed through Leona Grant’s mind!
At that thought, Leona Grant instantly lost control. He refused to believe Annabelle Linton would dare do such a thing!
Leona Grant roared at Aaron Wyatt, "Give her the phone!"
"Alright. Just a moment."
After Aaron Wyatt said that, the line went quiet. A moment later, his indifferent voice returned through the receiver, "Annabelle says she doesn’t want to take your call. She also wants you to stop bothering her. That’s all."
With that, without giving Leona Grant a chance to reply, Aaron Wyatt coolly hung up. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Leona Grant stared at the ended call, and recalling what Aaron Wyatt had just said, his anger finally boiled over and he smashed the unfortunate phone.
The phone was smashed to pieces, a glorious sacrifice!
Still fuming, Leona Grant proceeded to smash everything in his office.
Chase knocked and entered, only to be stunned by the scene that greeted him.
’He smashed everything again...’
’Sir, I know you’re wealthy and powerful, but you don’t have to torment people like this, do you?’
’When he smashes things, aren’t I the one who has to replace everything?’
Chase sighed in resignation, stole a glance at Leona Grant’s face, and spoke with trepidation, "President..."
With his head lowered and eyes closed, Leona Grant panted softly, his fists clenched, completely ignoring Chase’s presence.
For a moment, the office was eerily quiet.
Chase swallowed hard. Not daring to look at Leona Grant, he kept his head down and reported with a trembling voice, "President, the main residence just called to say that the Madam will not be returning tonight. They just wanted to inform us..."
"WHOOSH—"
The moment Chase finished his sentence, he suddenly sensed an unidentified object flying toward him at top speed!
And so, relying on the sharp reflexes he’d honed from years of working under the President, he easily caught the ashtray that had been thrown with incredible force.
But when he realized what he was holding, the color drained from his face.
Before he could even react, a wine bottle came flying toward him.
This time, however, he wasn’t so lucky.
Then, as brown liquid and blood trickled down his face, Leona Grant’s uncontrollable roar assaulted his ears: "Get the hell out!"
Chase was completely bewildered, so miserable he wanted to cry but had no tears left.
A frigid, predatory glint flashed in Leona Grant’s eyes.
’Annabelle Linton, you’ve really outdone yourself!’
...
As Annabelle Linton stepped out of the bathroom, she was greeted by the rich aroma of food.
The entire apartment was filled with a warm and cozy aroma. Annabelle Linton’s eyes crinkled in contentment as she happily sat down at the dining table. "Your cooking has certainly improved these past few years. Who would have thought!"
Aaron Wyatt emerged with several freshly made dishes, setting them down in front of Annabelle Linton. He teased, "Unlike you, who manages to splash dirty water all over herself just by washing vegetables. I seriously wonder how you’ve survived the last few years."
"That’s what you’re here for! Between us, we only need one person who can do it all. My son and I will just bask in your glory! Oh, right, where’s Stuart?" Annabelle Linton asked, looking around in confusion.
