"You think it was and want revenge?" She paused for a second, then sneered, "No matter what you do, you can’t change the fact that you’ve been kidnapped!"
Feeling that wasn’t enough to vent her anger, she tilted her head back, revealing a clean and gentle face, and slightly curved her lips into a smile, looking innocent and harmless. She stared at the girl, speaking in a very light voice, "Nathalie Quinlan, you’ve been kidnapped. Now everyone knows you’ve been kidnapped, how nice, from now on everyone will ’sympathize’ with you, always look at you with ’sympathy’..."
Amadeus Yancey narrowed his eyes. Just now, Myles Sullivan was playing tricks in front of him and he couldn’t care less, but this ti he slightly changed his expression and unnoticeably took a step forward, using his broad back to shield the girl’s lonely figure. His gaze was extrely cold as it fell on the triumphant Ghania Quinlan, saying only one sentence, "Say one more word, and do you believe that I can make you disappear from this world forever?"
Ghania Quinlan very much wanted to retort, but facing his icy eyes, she shivered and didn’t dare to speak.
She believed that the man ant what he said right now.
But she wasn’t willing to give up.
Ghania Quinlan bit her lip, her eyes showing how unwilling she was.
She could have, indeed could have gone overseas to top music academies for further studies, and could have used Steven’s connections overseas to make a fresh start.
All of that was ruined by Nathalie Quinlan.
How could she be willing to accept that!
Nathalie Quinlan was only briefly distracted, before regaining her composure, her black pupils cleared again, warming up as she looked at the steadfast figure blocking her view, the ice in her heart instantly lting away.
She walked from behind Amadeus Yancey, with narrow shoulders and long legs, her whole being exuding a powerful aura, her eyes drooping slightly, her tone quite calm and also quite arrogant: "Ghania Quinlan, do you know that you’re suspected of committing a cri?"
Ghania Quinlan’s eyes flickered: "...I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Every ti she faced a situation not in her favor, she always used that sentence as an excuse. Nathalie Quinlan laughed a bit, sowhat cynically, and spoke to her coldly to make it clear, so she wouldn’t keep saying she didn’t know!
"Malicious peeping, taking unauthorized photos, eavesdropping, and spreading others’ privacy could result in a detention of no more than five days or a fine of less than 500 yuan; for more serious cases, a detention of more than five days but less than ten days can be imposed, and may additionally incur a fine of less than 500 yuan."
When Ghania Quinlan heard that it was only a few days of detention, her expression was tense but she was not so scared anymore.
"Fabricating facts and defaming others causing serious repercussions, the victim can sue you for defamation, punishable by up to three years in prison, detention, or public surveillance."
Ghania Quinlan had just relaxed when her heart suddenly clenched. She looked up, her face turning pale, biting her lip, and with gentle, drooping eyelashes, she smiled faintly: "You don’t need to scare . I haven’t done anything, and you have no evidence to prove I did anything."
The original post on the forum about No. 1 Middle School had already been deleted, and she had long since disassociated herself from the incident. It wouldn’t be so easy for Nathalie Quinlan to bite back!
Ghania Quinlan steadied herself, and her shoulders relaxed again.
Little did she know, the next second, a sentence would send her into the ice cellar.
"The evidence you ntioned, is it that forum post?" Nathalie Quinlan casually put her hands in her pockets: "That post, I can recover it."
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t feel like wasting words with Ghania Quinlan, who wouldn’t shed a tear until she saw the coffin, she turned her head and asked the man beside her in a light voice, "Is there a laptop? I need to borrow it for a mont."
Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow and called out, "Alfred Garland."
The man guarding the door reacted promptly, striding forward and saying, "Understood, Amadeus. Ms. Quinlan, please wait, I will imdiately go get a laptop."
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