Chapter 244: Chapter 243: Beset with Crises 4

Leona Grant held Annabelle Linton, a wave of contentment and happiness washing over him.

Her faint gardenia scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and it was wonderful.

For some reason, he found himself enjoying her company more and more.

Holding her felt like he possessed the entire world.

In this world, he had practically everything: money, power, status—all of it was his.

But he didn’t much care for any of it, always feeling a kind of listless indifference.

But then, something interesting appeared.

Annabelle Linton. From the moment she appeared, it was as if his life had been illuminated.

He was only human. Despite his cold arrogance, he still needed emotional connection.

He had a feeling that Annabelle Linton would become the most special person in the world to him.

“Annabelle Linton.”

“…” Annabelle remained silent.

“Say something. I have to tell you something.”

“…”

“Would you please acknowledge me?”

Annabelle’s lips twitched into a grimace. “Can you let go of me first? It’s really uncomfortable squatting here.”

Leona Grant chuckled and pulled her toward him.

Just like that, Annabelle was caught completely off guard as he pulled her into his lap. He held her tight in his embrace, her hands pressed against his chest.

Annabelle: “…”

’This man… he’s completely insane.’

’I’m not going to struggle. It’ll just create more… friction. Besides, he won’t let go anyway.’

Leona Grant watched as she shut her eyes and grit her teeth in anger, and he couldn’t help but chuckle again.

He loved seeing Annabelle look so angry yet so helpless.

He didn’t know why, but he was always happy when he was with this woman, and he became much more talkative.

Leona Grant had never been one to smile, much less talk. But that all changed when he met Annabelle Linton.

“I have something to tell you.”

Annabelle angrily shoved his hand away, but he only held her tighter. Her delicate brows knitted together in fury. “If you have something to say, then say it! If not, then shut up! Can you just get it all out at once?”

“I’ve decided!”

“…”

“I said I’ve decided,” he repeated. “Aren’t you going to ask me what my decision is?”

“…” ’I take it back.’

“You should ask. If you ask, I’ll tell you. It has to do with you, you know.”

“Enough!” Annabelle shoved him away, ignoring his injuries and pain as she shot to her feet. “Are you fucking insane? Can’t you see the situation we’re in?”

“We’ll be fine for a little while. Can’t you just ask what my decision is first?”

Annabelle laughed in exasperation. “Leona Grant.”

“Hm?”

“If you’re so bored, why don’t you just go die?”

Leona Grant: “…”

Annabelle began to inspect the surrounding walls.

After observing them for a while, she discovered a pattern.

The wall was made of black bricks, but she found a pattern: a dark blue brick was placed after every third brick, and then another one after every fifth brick.

Annabelle walked a full circle around the room and found the pattern was consistent on all sides.

She told Leona Grant about the pattern.

Leona Grant pushed himself to his feet.

’God, it hurt. The slightest movement made his vision go black.’

But Leona Grant didn’t tell Annabelle. He stood up and examined the wall, following the pattern she had described.

After staring at the walls for a full five minutes, he reached out, pressed gently on a single brick, and then pulled it out.

With a soft sound, the brick actually came loose!

Annabelle raised an eyebrow slightly. ’I didn’t expect a trick like this.’

Once the brick was removed, a small booklet was slowly revealed inside the cavity.

It was shaped like an honorary certificate.

Leona Grant casually took it out and flipped it open. Inside, a few large words were written in striking script—

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