Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 596: Chapter 596: Annabelle Linton, You’ve Got Some Nerve

Annabelle Linton cautiously looked at Leona Grant. When her gaze met his icy, perilous eyes, a wave of dread washed over her...

She knew what Mr. Holland meant... Mr. Holland had told her before that he once had a younger sister, but she was lost.

That’s why he always treated her like his own sister.

So when he said she was important, he just meant that his sister was very important to him. And when he said he liked her, he was talking about liking his sister.

’But Mr. Holland, I told you to hang up and you didn’t. Hanging up right at that moment is bound to give someone the wrong idea, you know?’

Annabelle Linton had an idea... ’If I tell Leona Grant that Mr. Holland treats me like a sister because he lost his own, who would have been my age, will he believe me...’

’He will. Of course, he will!’

’What’s so unbelievable about that? It’s perfectly plausible.’

’But that’s only if the person she was talking to wasn’t Leona Grant...’

Leona Grant looked at her and smiled faintly. "My husband isn’t as important as you, hm?"

"..."

He picked up her phone, glanced at the call duration, and chuckled again. "Twenty minutes and forty-five seconds?"

"..."

He slowly leaned in, pinching her chin. A roguish smirk played on his lips. "Hm... You’re the only person he feels lucky to have met, the first person he’s felt was important, someone he likes very much, hm?"

"No, no..." Annabelle Linton forced a fawning smile, lying through her teeth. "You misunderstood. When I said ’my husband isn’t as important as you,’ the ’husband’ part... I was talking about a female classmate from our university. Her name is Hannah Gable, but we affectionately call her Mr. Gale."

Leona Grant: "..."

’Keep bluffing. Just keep on bluffing.’

Leona Grant didn’t call her out on it, just moved on to the next question. "Alright, then what about the call log, hm? When you call me, we barely make it five minutes unless I’m the one begging you to stay on the line, but you chatted with him for twenty minutes?!"

"We were discussing work."

Annabelle Linton looked at him with an expression of utmost seriousness and responsibility, speaking in a grave and compassionate tone. "For people in our profession, time is life. Even a single pimple on a patient could be a sign of a worsening condition. We have to observe and communicate in a timely manner..."

"Then you should have been discussing work. How did the conversation drift to your classmate?"

Annabelle shot back righteously, "It just came up in passing. We’re in the same industry, after all!"

Leona Grant felt like he was about to faint from anger!

’Don’t be fooled by this woman’s usual ethereal, otherworldly act. Her mind is a labyrinth of schemes. Look at her—she weaves these seamless lies that sound just like the truth!’

Suppressing his rage, Leona Grant actually laughed in exasperation. "Then what about ’lucky to have met you,’ ’you’re the most important,’ and ’he likes you very much’? What’s all that about, huh?!"

’TSK TSK TSK, he even wove it into a little poem. How very rhythmic!’

Annabelle was about to laugh, but when she met his furious gaze, she resumed spouting nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

"There are over seven billion people in this world. In a lifetime, a person will meet about 29.2 million people. That’s 29.2 million out of 7 billion—do the math, what a tiny probability! To meet amidst the vast sea of humanity, across seven continents and four oceans, six landmasses and six tectonic plates, 244 countries and regions... how could that not be considered lucky?"

"..."

"As for Mr. Holland saying I’m important... I’m a diligent worker. It’s perfectly normal for my senior to think I’m important to the team."

"..."

"And about him liking me... To be honest, plenty of people in this world like me. I’m gentle, virtuous, and beautiful. What reason would they have not to like me!"

Leona Grant: "..."

’Her ability to twist words and concepts was truly something to behold!’

"Utter nonsense!" Leona Grant hissed, grinding his teeth as he pinned her against the wall. "Annabelle Linton, you’ve gotten quite bold, haven’t you, hm? If you’re so clever, why don’t you just ascend to the heavens, huh?!"

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