Claire Sullivan couldn’t care less about whether Joel Quinn really did it or not, she’s only afraid that the knife in his hand will harm Serena.
"Joel Quinn, we can talk about everything! As long as you put down the knife, I will help you find out who wronged you?"
Joel Quinn was moved, the knife in his hand trembled and moved away a little.
Quickly, he thought of sothing, gripped the knife tight, and moved it back towards Serena Sullivan’s neck.
The knife is too sharp, once again drawing blood.
Fair skin, crimson blood, interwoven, remarkably beautiful, also causing Claire’s heart to rise to her throat.
"Joel Quinn, if anything happens to Serena, don’t think you can leave The Sullivan Residence."
If sothing happens to Serena, worst case, she would perish alongside Joel Quinn.
But, Claire is still scared!
Fear grips her soul, she knows she cannot panic at this mont.
Calm down! She needs to stay calm!
The threatening words had an effect, Joel Quinn lowered his head to look at Serena, seeing the blood trickling out, hesitated.
Unexpectedly, in a mont of carelessness, he had scratched Serena’s neck with several bloodstains.
His gaze moved upwards, seeing Serena’s pale yet beautiful face, he curled his lips, a broader smile forming.
He had thoughts about Serena before, but after several attempts, he never succeeded.
Now, Serena is right in front of him, like a piece of fish at, ready for him to butcher.
"Claire Sullivan, your daughter is prettier than you!"
Joel Quinn held the knife in one hand and reached out with the other to touch Serena’s face.
Serena saw his hand approaching, raised her hand to deflect it, her eyes darkening, a cold glare piercing through.
Getting killed by Joel Quinn, she didn’t mind, but being touched by soone like him, disgusting! Just disgusting!
Her hand moved down, intending to press her watch to notify Finn Chandler.
Joel Quinn noticed, knowing that Serena’s watch had a recording function and voice call ability, he swiftly removed her watch, and demanded both Claire and Serena to hand over their phones.
Without phones, Claire beca even more flustered, unable to contact anyone outside.
"Joel Quinn, what exactly do you want!"
"Claire Sullivan, four years ago, I was so close."
Joel Quinn turned his head, looking at Claire’s angry face, said with a cold smile.
Claire’s body stiffened instantly, her face growing even paler, eyes glaring with hatred!
"That night, I had a bit to drink." Joel Quinn lowered his head to look at Serena with a faint expression, reminiscing with a smile, "As I passed by your daughter’s room, I opened the door and went in."
"She talked with Ethan Grant for so long, couldn’t even enter The Grant Family’s door. In the entire Solaria, who doesn’t know she was abandoned by Ethan Grant, just like you, both are pathetic sluts."
Joel Quinn’s smile grew thicker, turning to look at the subdued Claire Sullivan, growing more smug, continued, "She should thank ."
"Actually used a lamp to hit , and then ran out."
"When Zoe Quinn returned, I had her block your daughter’s path."
"Haha..."
Joel Quinn spoke with delight, just thinking about four years ago, Serena being cornered like a lamb ready for slaughter by him and Zoe Quinn, the malice within continued to spawn.
"Just a little bit more, if only you had returned a bit later."
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