Ghania Quinlan’s heart tightened, and she clenched her fists nervously.
Nathalie Quinlan, "If you pushed , I wouldn’t let you get away with it!"
Ghania Quinlan bit her lip, the insult extre.
How dare she speak to herself with that tone of superiority!
But Nathalie Quinlan didn’t give her a chance, grabbing her by the collar and coldly said, "Also, you were wrong just now. Before this incident, I didn’t dislike you."
Ghania Quinlan looked up, her eyes filled with annoyance as she feigned grievance, "I know it’s because I took Zayn from you..."
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t even deign to glance at the boy muttering beside her and cut her off with a disdainful air.
"You’re mistaken, I don’t have any other feelings towards you because of that incident."
Her cold voice was sharp and clear, "I have never cared about either of you!"
"Whether it’s you or your precious boyfriend. In my eyes, you’re nothing. As long as you don’t jump around in front of , I can pretend I don’t see you."
"But if I find out you have anything to do with this..." Her eyes held a chilling ice as she let go of her collar, her look filled with irritation and disdain, "Ghania Quinlan, you’d better rember that I can lift you to the heavens, but I can also crush you into the mud!"
At this mont, the girl’s presence was too strong. Not only was Ghania Quinlan frightened into stillness, but even the self-proclaid high-and-mighty mbers of the Fisher Family were dumbstruck.
Mrs. Fisher, seeing the girl as if she were bathed in a radiant light, felt a flicker of surprise and, deep down, a twinge of regret.
Her gaze briefly moved over Ghania Quinlan, who shrank back unable to stand the scrutiny, then back to the composed girl, pursing her lips.
She had known about Nathalie Quinlan’s professor father and top star brother, and how self-motivated she was. Had she known, she would not have stirred up trouble between Zayn Fisher and Ghania Quinlan in the first place.
Nathalie Quinlan was far better than Ghania Quinlan!
It was just a pity that she had made an enemy of her own family.
Zayn Fisher ca to his senses, his face turning pale with anger. He quickly walked over and stood in front of her, his eyes dark as he raised his voice, "Nathalie Quinlan, what nonsense are you spouting? This whole thing was an accident, why must you blow it out of proportion until you feel satisfied? And what do you an by saying you can lift Ghania to the sky and also drag her down, who do you think you are?"
What he cared about most was Nathalie Quinlan’s remark that she ’never cared about you and your beloved boyfriend’.
His anger was unbearable.
By what right did she say those words?!
"Let tell you, Ghania is my girlfriend, and if you dare to do anything to her, I won’t let you off!"
Nathalie Quinlan looked at him as if he were beneath her, wondering how she could have been so blind as to see him as soone different. She couldn’t even be bothered to spare him a sidelong glance as she shoved past him, "You could try."
She thought of the little guy on the hospital bed, sobbing and hugging herself, calling herself a cripple; that pain and rage made her eyes cold and the fire in her chest seed to burn fiercely, consuming all her reason and indifference, a bloody scent rising in her eyes.
She left Zayn Fisher with a parting shot.
"I will show you what it ans to be a frog in a well!"
This McKinney had been too peaceful for too long, long enough for a minor character like him to think he could look down on others and control their fates.
Zayn Fisher and his group widened their eyes, not understanding how she could say such a thing.
The Fisher Family was a prestigious lineage after all.
What gave a high school girl the right to call the Fishers frogs in a well?
"Ha!" Zayn Fisher clenched his fists, nearly unable to catch his breath.
Nathalie Quinlan coldly threw out, "I’ll wait for you to not let off."
And she turned and walked away.
Alfred Garland, who had no chance to co forward and offer help, thought: ...
Wild, it’s Ms. Quinlan who’s truly wild!
That bandit air.
It’s skyrocketing!
Can Amadeus truly handle her?
He understood why, seeing Ms. Quinlan standing up for the young master like that, his eyes grew warm, and he felt a twinge at the bridge of his nose.
*
Leaving the Fisher group behind, Nathalie Quinlan massaged her throbbing temples and found a quiet corner to pull out her phone.
She logged directly into the Red Alliance’s app.
@ilovebeingskinny.
[SUN: Where’s the stuff?]
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