Sadam Vinson: "..." Then you just said you put sothing on the hard drive!
Not only Ghania Quinlan, but also Sadam Vinson, Brian Bonette, and Govert Griffin didn’t expect Nathalie Quinlan to play this trick.
They all believed it at the ti, convinced that Nathalie Quinlan had applied the chemical reagent she ntioned on the hard drive.
Who knew Nathalie was just joking, just deceiving Ghania.
The whole room was silent. Even Amadeus Yancey showed a hint of surprise, glanced at the girl’s figure, then retracted his gaze. His lean face half-closed in interest.
She played Ghania like this and wasn’t afraid of breaking her.
...
Ghania was indeed broken.
The skin burned on the back of her right hand was so painful she couldn’t think, but none of that compared to the humiliation Nathalie brought her.
Her not-so-fair face flushed to a livid color, and after a long ti, she squeezed out a word: "You..."
Nathalie ignored her, her eyes quite cold, eting hers sharply, and said, "Ghania, you haven’t had ti to deal with the hard drive you stole yet."
Ghania’s entire body went cold, her eyes desperately avoiding again: "I said, I didn’t take your stuff!"
"I went in to find you because I wanted to reconcile with you. Later, I found the door was open, and you weren’t inside, so I ca out."
She seed to find her backbone, slightly less nervous: "As for why I stayed inside for three minutes, that’s because I was waiting for you inside, thinking you would return soon. Eventually, I saw you hadn’t co back, so I left."
"That’s it. It’s not as dirty as you think." Ghania took a deep breath and even convinced herself: "Even if I disliked you, I know you are representing the country in this competition. I couldn’t intentionally take your hard drive. If you lose face, we will lose face with you. I understand this."
"Tch." Nathalie softly chuckled, her eyes quite restless, and she sat back in her original spot, ignoring Ghania’s nonsense, continuing, "Ti is tight. You probably didn’t find a chance to deal with the hard drive you stole. You’re afraid I’ll find it and don’t want to leave it in a nearby trash can... Let guess where you put it?"
Ghania’s heart raced, about to jump out of her throat: "I told you, I didn’t steal your stuff."
"In the bag?"
Ghania nervously clenched her fists, but her expression remained calm, and she voluntarily opened the bag: "If you don’t believe , you can check."
Nathalie glanced up and down at her, noticing the shoulder bag she carried today, particularly small, only enough for a phone: "No, your bag can’t hold a hard drive, and with your personality, you wouldn’t be so stupid as to put it in your own bag."
Ghania was about to go crazy from her tornt, her vibrant face turning blue and white, gripping the strap of her bag, and she raised her head: "Nathalie, what do you want?"
"I said, I didn’t take your stuff..."
Before Ghania could finish, Nathalie’s gaze landed on the handbag Emilia Sullivan was holding today and said to the security at the competition venue: "Help check if there’s a hard drive in that bag."
"Okay, Ms. Quinlan."
The tall security personnel received Nathalie’s order and were about to grab the bag from Emilia Sullivan.
Ghania’s face suddenly changed more than she cared about her own bag, more worried about Emilia Sullivan’s bag, ignoring her burned right hand, and she tried to grab it: "What are you doing, get lost!"
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