Francine was furious. She could no longer pretend to play nice, "Annetta White! Release Lesly at once! I'll make you pay if you hurt him!"
"Is that so?" Annetta's eyes suddenly became sharp, and her hand gradually moved to Lesley's neck. Francine saw another trail of red on her son's neck.
"Annetta White!" Francine's eyes turned red as she shouted angrily.
Annetta said indifferently, "I hate being threatened." Her pitch-black pupils seemed to contain a sinister aura that made one tremble.
Listening to her son crying and calling for his mother, as well as the viciousness in Annetta's eyes, Francine didn't know why she would feel afraid just by looking at the little slut who was just a little older than eighteen years old. However, she knew that Annetta was serious and wasn't joking around.
Francine was afraid and compromised, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken your things. I'll put the bag down now. Can you return Lesley to me?"
Annetta finally let go of Lesley and wiped the red liquid from her hands with a tissue.
Lesley threw himself into Francine's embrace. He definitely had a nasty shock.
Francine hurriedly wiped the wound on Lesley's face with her hand. When she touched it with her hand, she realized that it was actually...
"Ketchup?"
Annetta happily picked up her glass of red wine and took a sip. Her red lips became more charming. She said slowly, "Aunt, I was just using the ketchup to prank Lesley. Don't take it too seriously.
"You!" Francine pointed a finger angrily at her.
Annetta's expression immediately darkened. Her eyes seemed to contain frost as they shot out cold rays of light. She spoke in a dignified voice, "Aunt, who are you pointing at?"
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