"In light of the victim''s usations against you, pleasee with us. The victim suffered serious harmst night."


    Quinn was shaking like a leaf; just the memory ofst night made her feel like her world had been plunged into a never-ending nightmare. How did ite to this? What on earth went wrong?


    She must have been out of her mind. The minute the police showed up this morning, she was desperate to drag ra into her mess. Her thoughts were a chaotic whirl, muddled and jumbled.


    "It has to be her. Only she would do this to me," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.


    Ryan couldn''t hold back any longer. "Quinn, that''s enough. Who are you trying to fool with this sad act? Are you seriously going to im you were assaulted by multiple men and then point the finger at ra as the mastermind?"


    Quinn lifted her head slowly. She had indeed been assaulted by several men, and she was convinced ra was involved. Wasn''t her condition proof enough? Her clothes were ripped, and her body was covered in marks, which were clear evidence of what had happened.


    Ryan''s words next cut her to the core. "Did you do those to yourself too? Can you ever tell the truth? You imed your foster parents abused you, but the man who came demanding money was working with you all along. All the money you''ve swindled has gone straight into your own pocket. How could youe up with something so twisted?"


    Quinn''s face drained of color, like she''d been struck by lightning. How could they possibly know? Even if ra had bbed, why would the Bradford family believe ra over her?


    Ryan pulled out the video, his expression full of disgust. "The news of you plotting with those menst night is all over the ce. Mom was watching your live stream when your fake extortion call came in. Dad''s bedridden because of this. What more do you want? Now you''re ying the victim card again, trying to drag ra down with you. I''m telling you now-I won''t trust you ever again!"


    Quinn quickly realized the whole thing had been live-streamed the night before. No wonder no one from the Bradford family came to help her. She red at ra with pure hatred. It was ra who had streamed everything. ra had known all along about her ties to that man.


    If ra hadn''t meddled, none of this would have happened. Quinn was trembling, but her mind was racing. The Bradford family was furious. They''d never believe her now. Even if she was genuinely assaulted, they''d think she was putting on a show again.


    Her situation had flipped, just like ra''s once was where everything she said was wrong. Quinn suddenly fell silent, turning to the police. "I''m sorry, I was confused. It''s a family matter. You can go now."


    ra was a bit taken aback. She could see Quinn had been through something awfulst night, but even in this tense moment, after a brief breakdown, she managed to regain herposure quickly. Her resilience was remarkable.


    The police sensed something fishy and slowly put the handcuffs away. "If this happens again, we''ll have to arrest you." As they left, they discussed how the woman put on quite the show. Seems drama is just part of high society.


    After the police left, the room fell silent once more. Quinn turned and walked away. Sticking around would only lead to more disdain. As she approached the elevator, she saw ra stepping in too.


    ra expected her tosh out, but Quinn just quietly muttered, "I won''t let this


    go."


    ra found it amusing and didn''t respond. The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Quinn quickly stepped out, turning back with eyes zing with hatred. "ra, I won''t let this slide. We''re not done."


    Her hatred was palpable. If looks could kill, ra would be long gone. But ra wasn''t afraid of Quinn.