No matter how hard Annabelle Linton tried to ignore him, his incessant staring was killing her appetite.
She got up, grabbed her bag, and walked out.
Leona Grant glanced at her and asked coolly, "Where are you going?"
Without looking back, Annabelle Linton kept walking and tossed two words over her shoulder, "To work."
Leona Grant frowned. Of course he knew she was going to work.
But didn't she always ride with him to work?
And this was a privilege she had only won after going to great lengths to complain to Grandfather about his neglect, a maneuver that had finally made the old man furious.
Leona Grant strode out and blocked her path. "Annabelle Linton, what the hell are you up to?"
Annabelle Linton frowned, not quite understanding why he would say that.
She stared at him blankly, her expression a silent question of what he wanted.
