Chapter 683: We Can’t Let Anything Happen to You

Chapter 683: Chapter 683: We Can’t Let Anything Happen to You

But no matter what she said, no one paid her any attention!

Mrs. Yates was shouting herself hoarse. Finally, a police officer said impatiently, "Relax, we’ll find you a lawyer. But what lawyer do you think could possibly beat the Grant Group’s legal team?"

Mrs. Yates was speechless. Utterly drained of strength, she was dragged away.

When she arrived at the police station, she was immediately detained. She couldn’t find a single lawyer.

Take her case and go up against the powerful Grant Family? Were they out of their minds?

After being detained, Mrs. Yates began to cry helplessly.

No one was coming to save her. No one... Her husband had been arrested, and she couldn’t contact her daughter.

’Am I really going to prison because of that bitch Annabelle Linton?’

She’d heard that prison was terrifying. Many inmates were beaten to death by other prisoners, and the women inside were not normal people. She had never endured any hardship in her life; she would never survive.

’It’s all Annabelle Linton’s fault. It’s all that bitch’s fault.’

SOB... SOB... SOB...

Mrs. Yates cried sorrowfully, a mixture of fear and despair overwhelming her.

"Lauren, you have a visitor."

Mrs. Yates’s head shot up, and she looked toward the window.

’Is it Vivian? Is it her Vivian?’

With that thought, Mrs. Yates excitedly jumped to her feet and shouted, "Vivian! Vivian! Mom’s in here! Come and save me! SOB... SOB... SOB..."

"Save you?"

A nonchalant, mocking voice sounded from outside the door. A faint smile played on Annabelle Linton’s lips as a police officer opened the door and respectfully invited her in.

"Mrs. Grant, please have a seat."

As he spoke, the young officer quickly brought over a chair and poured some tea, fawning over her.

Annabelle Linton, dressed in a light-colored outfit, walked in unhurriedly and sat down.

Her every move exuded an innate elegance. Her calm composure and aura seemed completely out of place here.

When Mrs. Yates saw her, she shrieked like a madwoman, "Get out, you bitch! You scheming whore! You’re the one who did this to me! What are you doing here now?! Came to laugh at me? Get out!"

"Shut your mouth!" An officer grabbed her by the hair, yanked her back into her seat, and held her down.

This woman had a prior record for assault. They couldn’t let her harm Mrs. Grant.

To be honest, Young Master Grant’s devotion to his wife had become legendary. There was a saying going around now: you can provoke anyone but Mrs. Grant!

Just look at the Yates Family!

Mrs. Yates was forced onto the bench, with several people holding her down.

She yelled resentfully, "You bitch! Don’t get too smug! You’re just a stinking whore yourself! If Leona Grant could dump Vivian, he can dump you too! I’ll just wait for the day he dumps you, and then I swear I’ll hire someone to kill you!"

Pfft—

Annabelle Linton let out a cruel laugh.

’What does she mean, if Leona Grant could dump Vivian, he could dump me too?’

’Getting dumped implies they were together in the first place. Were those two ever even together?’

’Hahahahaha, Leona Grant would probably laugh himself sick if he heard that, wouldn’t he?’

"Whatever makes you happy." Annabelle Linton leaned back lazily in her chair and glanced at the surrounding officers. "Gentlemen, could you please step outside? I have something to discuss with Mrs. Yates."

"Absolutely not!" an officer immediately refused, his expression stern. "Mrs. Grant, this woman will definitely try to harm you. Whatever you have to say, just say it here. It can’t be that important. We’ll stay here and watch you. We can’t let anything happen to you!"