Chapter 115

Would Annie dare to hand over the phone? Of course not.

She had said it herself: her phone was full of humiliating photos of Susanne and Patrick. But now, it was no longer up to her.

Michael shot a look at the bodyguard behind him. The guard stepped forward, snatched the phone from Annie’s hand, unlocked it, and handed it over.

The gallery was filled with hundreds of photos. Michael’s grip tightened, nearly cracking the screen.

“Annie Simmons, you’re really something. It seems my previous warnings weren’t enough!”

“M-Mr. Grey, I didn’t mean to—” Annie stammered, her legs going weak as she almost fell to her knees, pleading.

Without even looking at her, Michael tossed the phone to Carl, his voice cold. “Take care of this.”

“Yes, Dad,” Carl replied, his tone indifferent.

At that moment, Dr. Percy entered the room, and the sight of Renee’s condition almost made him scream.

“Renee Lacey! Can’t you act like a proper patient? I’m giving you an IV, and you’ve turned it into a blood d