She had finally thought of using public opinion to disgust Nathalie Quinlan, and just as she was about to succeed... her dark past was exposed at this mont.
Online comnts were growing rapidly, and her fans kept on dropping.
She had no choice but to quickly delete her latest post, biting her lip as she slumped onto her bed, unable to calm her feelings at all.
Although the post could be deleted, and the video with it, she worried that soone might have taken a screenshot or saved the video... The more she thought about it, the more her heart felt unsettled, clutching her phone as she made a phone call to the first na on her contact list.
"Dudu dudu..."
The phone rang seven or eight tis without an answer.
Biting her lip, she put down the phone.
...
Half an hour later, Ghania Quinlan ca out of her bedroom after having taken a shower.
The moving company downstairs had already loaded the furniture that could be taken away onto the car, leaving only the larger items like the sofa, dining table, and refrigerator not yet removed.
Ghania Quinlan looked at the chaotic state of her ho, her heart clenching tighter, just having said, "Mom, I’m coming down."
Then she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.
Jeff Quinlan and Emilia Sullivan were sitting on the sofa. They straightened their spines at the sound, saying, "They’re here!"
Ghania Quinlan was full of doubts about who was coming.
Then she saw a pair of n and won in their forties walking in from outside.
The man, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, exuded an elegant deanor. He was very tall, nearly 1.8 ters, and didn’t have the scholarly and handso look of her father Jeff Quinlan. His skin was slightly darker, leaning towards a mature and steady appearance.
Perhaps noticing her on the stairs, the man greeted her, "Ghania, what are you doing standing there? Co down."
The efficient-looking woman also lifted her head, glancing her way.
Ghania Quinlan suddenly rembered who they were—their uncle Myles Sullivan and Ivy Wilmar!
Since she beca aware, the relatives from her mother’s side rarely visited their family, and she had only seen her uncle a few tis in passing. Her mory of her uncle’s visits was that they were infrequent, but he was always generous with them.
She had asked Emilia Sullivan what her uncle did for a living, but Emilia was evasive and simply said he was developing his career in Beijing...
Now that she thought about it, Beijing was not an easy place to thrive in. Ordinary people could barely gain a foothold there, let alone develop.
Yet, every ti her uncle visited their ho, her parents and grandmother behaved in a way that wasn’t typical of hosting a relative simply returning to touch base.
It seed that even her usually domineering grandmother would temper her temper in front of this uncle.
Ghania Quinlan’s heart pounded, her eyes shimring as she bit her lip and descended the stairs.
Downstairs, Myles Sullivan had already found a seat and was sitting down. A servant poured him a cup of tea, and as he sipped, his sharp tiger’s eyes swept over the man and woman standing in front of him, too apprehensive even to sit down. Massaging his swollen temples, he spoke tiredly, "Sis, how many tis have I told you, don’t be so short-sighted? Whether it’s looking at situations or people, don’t just focus on what’s in front of you, you have to think long-term!"
Emilia Sullivan did not expect her brother to criticize her as soon as he arrived. It was a bit embarrassing for her, but as she needed his help, she could only withstand it, mumbling with her lips, her voice weak, "Things have already turned out this way..."
Ivy Wilmar glanced at her, suppressing the snicker in her heart, while leisurely sitting on the other side drinking tea.
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