"...There must be so misunderstanding involved in this matter." Myles Sullivan knew that with Amadeus Yancey stepping in, he definitely had no chance of winning.
His only hope hinged on whether Nathalie Quinlan could still harbor a shred of familial affection for the Quinlan Family, although he himself was well aware that the affection he had so greatly valued had already been squandered by them.
"Nathalie, listen to ..."
In contrast to Myles Sullivan’s desperation, Amadeus Yancey was much more composed and even seed slightly languid in his gaze towards Sullivan, which did not detract from his own noble aura.
Everyone in Beijing knew who Amadeus was; he was a master of all the maneuvers in the upper circle, and just by the twitch of Sullivan’s eyebrow, Amadeus knew what Sullivan was about to do. He didn’t give Sullivan any chance and said casually, "Mr. Sullivan says this is a misunderstanding, aning, the online post defaming Nathalie wasn’t released by Ghania Quinlan, but by you?"
When it ca to himself, Myles Sullivan’s eyes suddenly darkened, "How could it be !"
Amadeus Yancey seed to have anticipated his reaction, lifting the corner of his eye, his gaze extrely dark, unfathomably deep: "Today’s matter will only have one outco. The forum posts have also been restored, and the IP has been traced back to the Sullivan residence. If it’s not Ghania Quinlan going to prison, then it’s you, Mr. Sullivan."
He was still smiling as he spoke, the curve of his thin lips quite casual.
Myles Sullivan was shocked by his words, his forehead veins bulging. Yancey had clearly given him a binary choice. Sullivan unwittingly clenched his hands by his sides and turned his head toward Nathalie, trying to start with her again: "Nathalie."
He had only called out one na.
The girl raised her delicate brows and eyes, her gaze holding a fierce beast, and upon eting his line of sight, Sullivan was startled.
"I said, Ghania Quinlan crossed my bottom line, and she will definitely go to prison!"
"..." Myles Sullivan felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
Nathalie Quinlan, however, did not look at him, nor did she give him a chance to speak, saying succinctly, "I will hand this case over to the police."
*
Online, the voices concerning Nathalie Quinlan were quite nurous.
The hot search was taken down imdiately.
But the internet is a public platform, and while hot searches can be removed, it can’t stop everyone’s curiosity and discussions.
"I heard that this year’s Top Scholar in College Entrance Examination was kidnapped at the age of 11, so pitiful!"
"An 11-year-old girl kidnapped for so long before returning, who knows what she went through, yet she still managed such excellent results in the college entrance exams; if it were , my ntality would’ve collapsed long ago."
Most of the online voices were ’sympathetic’, but these seemingly righteous people emphasized ’having been kidnapped’ in every ssage they posted.
It’s as if they couldn’t demonstrate their kindness without highlighting the victim’s tragic experience.
At the Rhine Apartnts.
Amadeus Yancey’s phone kept buzzing relentlessly.
He tossed the phone aside without looking.
Alfred Garland brought him a cup of black tea and saw him with his leg on the tea table, his thin lips holding a lit cigarette.
Amadeus smoking?
Alfred Garland was startled, and then he realized why Amadeus was smoking. He bent down to place the tea on the table in front of him, frowned, looked up at the quiet second floor, then lowered his head and spoke softly, "Amadeus, you could ask Ms. Quinlan about the kidnapping from a few years ago. Seeing her reaction today, she doesn’t seem particularly averse or unwilling to talk about it. If you ask, Ms. Quinlan might tell you."
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