The comnts below couldn’t be more foul.
Ghania Quinlan relished those pointing fingers and nosy comnts, her mood lifted, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Kelly Giovanni sent her a new ssage.
[Ghania, I heard you’re going abroad to study at a music college overseas, congratulations. I’m so jealous, I wish you all the best in becoming the greatest pianist!]
Ghania Quinlan’s eyes fell on the last three words of the text ssage and she snorted in derision.
A pianist?
Ha, her future was to be above others!
A pianist was not her dream!
The piano was rely a tool for her to climb higher.
She turned off the phone, about to put it back into her bag.
Suddenly, the body of the car shook violently, and Ghania Quinlan, caught off guard, leaned forward and almost hit the seat in front of her.
Her forehead didn’t hit, but her arm was fiercely bumped by Ivy Wilmar next to her, turning her face pale with pain as she sharply inhaled a breath.
"What happened!" Myles Sullivan was also unprepared, and as the car jolted violently, he nearly crashed into the car fra, his face a picture of surprise.
The Sullivan Family’s driver in the front was so scared that his face turned pale, pointing ahead with a trembling voice: "Mr. Sullivan, suddenly a car sprang out from the left, I... I braked hard to avoid crashing into it."
The Sullivan Family’s driver’s face was still ashen, clearly shaken.
The incident happened so suddenly that if it were not for his quick reaction, a car accident would have been imminent.
Even so, the fronts of both cars had suffered a rear-end collision.
How unlucky!
He hadn’t even gotten out of the car to confront the other driver when, unexpectedly, there was a knock at the car window; it seed the person from the other car had co down and was knocking on their car door.
Having been with Myles Sullivan for a long ti, the Sullivan Family’s driver had never seen such an audacious person. Once he regained his composure, he whispered to the back seat: "Mr. Sullivan, I’ll go handle this."
This kind of rear-end collision was undoubtedly the other party’s full responsibility!
Myles Sullivan was also holding back his anger, glanced at his watch, and then followed by opening the car door to step out, saying to Ivy Wilmar and Ghania Quinlan inside: "I’ll go down and take a look, too!"
...
As Ghania Quinlan watched Myles Sullivan and the driver get out of the car to handle the accident, she didn’t think much of it, just picked up her luggage that had fallen outside.
Suddenly the car door was forcefully opened.
A black-clothed burly man from outside leaned into their car and asked in a low voice, "Who is Ghania Quinlan?"
Ghania Quinlan was taken aback: "..."
Instinct told her danger was approaching, and she remained silent.
Ivy Wilmar furrowed her brows, instinctively speaking out: "What do you want?! This is Beijing!" In broad daylight, had these people lost their minds?
Do you know whose car you are stopping?
The man ignored her defiant appearance, his gaze locked onto Ghania Quinlan, a chilling light in his eyes: "Are you Ghania Quinlan?"
Ghania Quinlan panicked, her face becoming pale, although she did not understand why these people were specifically looking for her, it was clear that they were up to no good, so instinctively she shook her head: "I’m not."
The man in black stared at her, seemingly seeing through her deception, chuckled coldly, "It seems you are."
Before Ghania Quinlan could speak, he stated bluntly, "Amadeus wants one of your hands."
Ghania Quinlan’s eyes widened, as if seeing a ghost, were these people insane?
However, the other party didn’t take her astonishnt seriously and smiled again, as if joking, then casually added: "But Amadeus did not specify whether he wants the left hand or the right hand, so unfortunately, it has to be both."
"You’re mad, this is the main road, you dare!" Ghania Quinlan, feeling extrely uneasy, her expression already showing signs of breaking.
Before she could react, she was dragged out of the car with a scream.
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