Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 29: Which One Is the Real You?

Only in the end did she learn that he had actually been preparing for a long time. He chose to tell them at the last minute to catch them completely off guard.

The day after the acquisition was finalized, he took that woman and Joy Chapman abroad, never to return.

And the mysterious person who acquired the Linton Group never appeared, so she didn’t even know who had gotten their hands on the Linton Family’s legacy.

He was her biological father, after all. They were related by blood.

To say she didn’t care would be a lie.

Annabelle Linton gazed out the car window, her eyes hiding her troubled thoughts. The kaleidoscopic scenery flashed by, frame by frame. The weather was bright and sunny, but her mind was clouded with too many worries and memories.

Leona Grant stared, captivated, at her expressionless yet melancholic profile.

When she was silent, she exuded an aura of coldness, detachment, and glacial beauty.

She was as beautiful as a masterpiece.

Annabelle Linton gently raised a hand to the car window, closed her eyes, and finally offered a three-word assessment: "Just a buffoon."

Ryan Linton raised an eyebrow at her confidence. "So certain?"

Annabelle Linton let out a soft laugh. "I’m going to make him understand that grandstanding doesn’t always win you favor—sometimes it makes you lose it. He shouldn’t even think about coveting what isn’t his."

Her tone was flat, but it carried an undercurrent of ruthless resolve.

Leona Grant narrowed his eyes, studying her.

’Annabelle Linton... scheming and cowardly, or cold and brilliant? Which one is the real you?’

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The two of them were silent all the way home.

During dinner, Leona Grant uncharacteristically kept putting food on her plate.

Annabelle Linton didn’t react with much surprise. She simply ate everything he gave her.

She had a good idea what was behind his sudden attentiveness.

’Her recent strange behavior must be confusing him. She knew him well; he hated when things happened outside of his control.’

’Since he wasn’t going to call it out, she would just play along.’

That evening, Annabelle Linton was still reviewing documents.

KNOCK, KNOCK—

Hearing the knock, she stood up and went to open the door.

Leona Grant stood outside, dressed in a casual shirt. He gave her a slight smile. "I remember you used to help me organize the files in my study. Have you seen a green folder? I need it."

Annabelle Linton frowned.

’In her last life, because the servants weren’t allowed in places like the study, she had indeed been the one to organize his files.

But that didn’t mean her status in his heart was any higher than a servant’s.

It was just something Grandpa had arranged.

Because he was rarely home, and when he was, he’d lock himself in the study and not come out, Grandpa had arranged for her to organize it so they would have more opportunities to interact.

Grandpa hadn’t been wrong.

Organizing the study did indeed give them more chances to be together.

It’s just that every time, he had impatiently shooed her out in front of the servants.

As a result, her status in this family had plummeted day by day, to the point where even the servants wouldn’t serve her properly.’

Annabelle Linton’s lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile. ’I realize now that I brought my fate in my last life entirely upon myself. If I hadn’t been so stubbornly, incorrigibly in love with Leona Grant, how could I have possibly ended up like that?

I don’t blame anyone else. I only blame myself.

But I still hate Leona Grant. I hate him for his heartlessness.’

Annabelle Linton pulled herself back from her thoughts, her eyes sweeping over every corner of the study.