Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 172: You Asked For This Yourself

The moment Annabelle Linton finished speaking, a pair of cold, wet hands seized her neck.

Leona Grant’s eyes were as cold and unnerving as a bottomless abyss. He narrowed them, his entire body radiating an undeniable aura of danger. "Annabelle Linton, you’ve got a death wish, don’t you? How dare you plot against me!"

Annabelle Linton looked at him calmly, feeling his grip tighten bit by bit, yet showing not a shred of fear. "I didn’t castrate you. You should be grateful I went easy on you, understand?

I told you before, you disgust me. You’re the one who came asking for it!"

Leona Grant stared at Annabelle Linton with cold brutality, like an unhinged cheetah. "I thought you’d be terrified and begging for mercy by now. It seems you’re far more arrogant and ignorant than I imagined!"

"Beg you? I’d kill you first!"

"Very good!"

Leona Grant tightened his grip, and the color drained from Annabelle Linton’s face, inch by inch, as he slowly lifted her off the ground.

But she still wore a nonchalant smile on her lips.

In that moment, Leona Grant truly felt that Annabelle Linton was not afraid to die.

’But that’s no excuse for her to dare to cross me time and time again!’

He was just about to squeeze harder.

Suddenly, a sharp pain, as if from a knife, flared in his groin, contorting his features. The intensity grew more vicious with each passing moment!

One moment it was bone-chillingly cold, the next, unbearably hot. Leona Grant felt a raw pain down there, as if he were being sliced by a knife!

He threw Annabelle Linton aside and strode into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut with a deafening BANG!

Instantly, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Annabelle Linton leaned against the wall, coughing violently for a few moments before she could finally catch her breath.

Recalling Leona Grant’s state just moments ago, Annabelle Linton couldn’t help but laugh.

’HAHAHAHAHA, this is so satisfying!’

’This feeling of turning the tables to become the queen is just killer!’

’Being able to hurt him... feels so damn good!’ 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Annabelle Linton walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, her voice dripping with provocation and malice. "Leona Grant, how’s that feel? Next time you dare to touch me, what lands ’down there’ will be a pair of scissors!"

"GET LOST—" Something slammed violently against the bathroom door from the inside. "Annabelle Linton, I won’t let you get away with this!"

"That would be for the best. I’m only afraid you *will* let me go."

Annabelle Linton finished speaking with disdain and walked coolly out the door.

"AHH—"

Leona Grant scrubbed his body furiously, feeling like he was about to explode!

He hated Annabelle Linton to the core!

At that moment, he even felt that chili oil would have been far better than whatever this was!

Leona Grant clenched his fist and slammed it viciously against the wall, swearing in a rage, "Annabelle Linton, you’d better pray I’m alright. Otherwise, I’ll make you pay with the rest of your life!"

...

After leaving the villa, Annabelle Linton went to Glenwood to attend a clinical trial seminar on cancer cell metastasis and removal, not giving Leona Grant a second thought.

She returned to Lynton two days later, after the seminar had concluded.

After getting off the plane, Annabelle Linton visited the old family residence, had a meal with her family, and gave them a brief update on the last couple of days.

That afternoon, she went to the hospital.

In the hospital lab, Annabelle Linton, looking thoroughly professional in sterile scrubs, was discussing a surgical plan with other doctors.

Just then, the hospital director knocked and entered. "Dr. Linton," he said to Annabelle Linton, "could you step out for a moment?"

Annabelle Linton frowned, stepped outside, and took off her mask to look at the director. "What can I do for you, Director?"

The director looked at Annabelle Linton as if she were his savior. Just thinking about the difficult VIP upstairs gave him a headache.

’If Annabelle Linton hadn’t shown up soon, he felt the entire hospital would have been turned upside down!’