Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 106: Have You Taken the Wrong Medicine?

The call connected after three rings.

"Where are you?" Leona Grant’s voice was strained.

"What’s wrong? Are you finally calling about the divorce?" Annabelle Linton answered, blurting out the question suspiciously.

Leona Grant scoffed. "Annabelle Linton, are you that desperate for a man? You can’t wait to divorce me, is that it? So you can bring some guy home the very next second to fuck you?"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

Annabelle Linton sat up, glancing at her phone, both baffled and angry. After confirming it wasn’t a wrong number, she said, "Have you lost your mind? I don’t think I’ve done anything to provoke you, have I?"

"Ask your damn self if you’ve provoked me, if you’ve wronged me! We’re not even divorced yet, and you’re already looking for your next hookup. Annabelle Linton, is this what your foreign education taught you about how to treat your own marriage? Are you really that desperate for a man?"

Annabelle Linton was completely baffled. "Yes, I am that desperate for a man. Is it so hard to understand that a woman in her twenties needs a man? Or did you think I couldn’t live without you?"

Leona Grant fought the urge to smash his phone, his voice seething. "Since you’re so desperate, how about I find a man for you? Someone to fuck you senseless every day until you’re satisfied?"

"Sure! If you have someone suitable, send him over! As long as he has a better temper than you, I’m fine with it!" Annabelle shouted back angrily.

Watching Annabelle, Ashley Grant had a pretty good idea of what was happening.

She nearly laughed herself breathless.

’And he has the nerve to talk about divorce when he acts this pathetic?’

’She just made one little post and he’s already calling to interrogate her. If Annabelle gets married in the future, is he going to kill her husband?’

Leona Grant’s voice dropped into an angry roar. "Annabelle Linton, believe it or not, if you keep this up, I’ll call off the divorce! You can keep on dreaming!"

"Psycho!" Annabelle Linton hung up on him.

She looked up and saw Ashley Grant convulsing with laughter, which only soured her mood more. "What’s so funny?"

Ashley looked at her innocently. "The TV. I was laughing at the TV. What did you think?"

Annabelle shot up from her seat and stalked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.

’Moron. Imbecile. Psycho!’

Ashley glanced at Annabelle and mentally counted to three. Sure enough, her phone rang.

She answered cheerfully, "What is Your Majesty’s command?"

"What do you think you’re doing?" Leona Grant’s voice was low and menacing.

"’What do I think I’m doing?’ What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

"The post! Do I need to say more? I sent you there to represent the Grant Family and shut her up, not to become her personal matchmaker! With a silver tongue like that, why don’t you open your own dating agency?! Now get your ass back here, and you’re going back to school tomorrow!" Leona Grant roared.

’He sounds seriously pissed off.’

Ashley let out another cowardly laugh. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, you mean the post? Yeah, I just posted it. What’s wrong? You think I’m clever too, right? You should see the numbers! My follower count is skyrocketing!"

Leona Grant was stunned for a moment, not processing what she’d said.

Ashley continued excitedly, "My sister-in-law’s Weibo account is verified, and a friend told me this method is super effective. I just posted her picture with a little matchmaking message, and my follower count exploded! It’s gone up by seventy thousand in just a few minutes. Awesome, right?"

Leona Grant finally caught on, piecing together the whole story.

Seeing how sincere she sounded, his anger instantly vanished, replaced by a strange, awkward embarrassment. "You posted Annabelle Linton’s picture just to get more followers?"