Chapter 247 Shattered Facades
“You’re framing me!” Sidonie refused to yield. “Those blurry photos can’t prove anything. Quinn, this is malicious slander. You struck me–I’ll press charges and see you behind bars!”
“Go ahead!” Quinn’s fists cracked as she tightened them. Remembering how this woman had placed Rowan in mortal danger–how he was still missing–only deepened her hatred.
What infuriated her most was Sidonic’s utter lack of remorse–she didn’t even admit one small mistake.
Thud!
Quinn’s fist slammed into Sidonic again.
Unable to dodge, Sidonie’s shoulder took the full blow, leaving her face ghost–white with pain.
Just as Quinn’s next punch arced downward, Trent lunged forward and seized her wrist. “You can’t just beat people! And these photos alone don’t prove Sidonie’s cigarette caused the fire!”
Ice radiated from Quinn’s entire being. She stared at Trent, her voice frigid. “Let go.”
“I won’t. I-”
He never finished. Quinn’s boot slammed into his chest, launching him backward.
Trent crashed to the ground, agony bursting across his ribs.
Meanwhile, Quinn advanced on Sidonie, step by lethal step.
Sidonie’s face went deathly pale. She retreated in panic, only to find the bodyguards Julius had posted blocking any escape.
“D–Don’t be reckless, Quinn,” she stammered. “You used to be a soldier–how can you use violence so lightly? Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing… a soldier’s… image?”
Quinn threw her head back and laughed, tears glimmering in her eyes. “It is because I was a soldier that I’ve restrained myself every second of every day. Otherwise, Sidonie, do you think you could have cavorted in front of me for so long? But aside from being a former soldier, I’m also Rowan’s little sister!”
Hatred roiled inside her–hatred for the woman who caused her brother’s disappearance, hatred for the woman who still showed no remorse.
She drew her arm back for another punch, but Trent hurled himself between them, shielding Sidonie with his body.
“Trent!” Sidonie shrank back, cowering behind Trent’s broad frame; in this terrifying moment, he was the only pillar she had left. She cried/“Help me, Trent!”
Gritting through the ache that burned across his ribs, Trent said, “Quinn, if you needed to let off steam, you’ve already punched Sidonie twice–that ought to be enough!”
“Enough?” Quinn’s eyes glittered with contempt. “People died in that blaze. My brother has been missing for five years no one even knows whether he’s alive. And you think two little punches are enough, Trente
Chapter 247 Shattered Facades
Words deserted Trent; for a moment, he could not bear to meet the fury blazing in Quinn gaze
No sooner had the threat left Trent’s lips than a heavy boot slammed into his side, knocking him hard to the ground.
Julius ground his heel into Trent’s check and sneered, “Then I’ll start by not letting you walk away
Pain seared Trent’s face as he struggled to shove Julius‘ leg aside, but the man’s boot felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds—immovable.
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