Annabelle's eyes narrowed, a flicker of ridicule in their depths.
"Fine." Annabelle Linton gave up struggling and nodded slightly. "Aren't you here to pick me up? Let me go, and we can leave."
A trace of disdain flashed in Leona Grant's eyes.
'She agreed that quickly?'
'He knew it. She was just being petty about what happened the other day.'
Leona Grant let her go. Annabelle Linton slipped out of his embrace, took off her lab coat, and hung it on a rack.
She grabbed her bag and gave Leona Grant a perfunctory smile. "Let's go."
It was a faint smile, not an obvious one—just a slight curve at the corners of her mouth that added a touch of charm and softness to her delicate features.
Leona Grant paused for a moment, then gave a faint nod.
On the way out, many people greeted Annabelle Linton, and she returned each greeting with grace.
Ambiguous gazes followed them, a mixture of jealousy and envy. Annabelle Linton calmly ignored them all.
