Chapter 146 Growing Suspicious


    In a blink of an eye, Sidonie became an object of admiration in the eyes of many.


    However, there was no sense of pride on Sidonie’s face. Instead, she looked somewhat saddened. “Can we stop airing this news? After all, quite a few people died in that fire, including several firefighters who sacrificed their lives trying to put it out. Every time I see this news, it makes me upset.”


    Immediately, a staff member on site shut down the news broadcast, while also wondering who on earth had switched the content on the screen.


    Moreover, it was an incident from five years ago.


    Nevertheless, Marley seemed unsatisfied. She turned to Quinn and said, “Sidonie is the real hero, unlike some people who talk big but do nothing at all. They pretend to be brave, but when ites to situations like these, they’d probably just hide like a scaredy–cat!”


    Although she didn’t mention any names, anyone present could easily guess that she was referring to Quinn.


    Quinn looked at Marley with a hint of indifference. “So, you’re saying if something like this happened, you’d bravely step forward, wouldn’t you? That’s really quite remarkable. Having someone like you in the Bridger family is truly an honor. I just hope, dear cousin Marley, that you’re not all talk and no action!”


    Marley was left speechless, unable to retort.


    When Quinn said this, it suggested that if a fire were to break out before her eyes one day, she would undoubtedly rush off to rescue its victims.


    However, Marley really was all talk and no action. When a real fire broke out, she would be focused on escaping, and rescuing someone would be thest thing on her mind.


    “Trent, I’m feeling a bit under the weather. I need to step out for a bit,” said Sidonie.


    “Then I’ll go with you,” Trent quickly said.


    “No need. I’ll just head back to the hotel room for some rest,” Sidonie said. Without waiting for Trent’s response, she hurriedly left.


    Watching Sidonie’s retreating figure, Quinn couldn’t help but furrow her brows.


    <i>Sidonie’s </i><i>reaction </i><i>is </i><i>indeed </i><i>unusual</i>. <i>She </i><i>usually </i><i>revels </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>praises </i>of <i>others</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>at </i><i>this </i><i>moment</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>seems </i><i>to </i><i>avoid </i><i>those </i><ipliments </i>as <i>if </i><i>they </i><i>were </i><i>a </i><i>gue</i><i>. </i>


    “What are you thinking about?” Julius‘ voice suddenly rang out beside her ear.


    “I find Sidonie’s reaction a bit odd,” she stated candidly.


    “Since when do you care her reaction?<b>” </b>he asked.


    “It just struck me as odd. It’s not like I really care.” After all, whether Sidonie was a heroic firefighter or not, it had nothing to do with her.


    “I once suspected that the border fire was connected to my brother’s disappearance. So, back then, I had also looked into the fire incident, including the footage from the scene. However, I didn’t spot my brother anywhere, nor was his name on the list of the deceased. I just didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that


    Sidonic actually took part in the firefighting efforts during that time.”


    “It’s quite a coincidence indeed,” said Julius, his gaze lowered in thought.


    Stumbling slightly, Sidonie made her way back to her hotel room. Without a second thought, she opened up a bottle of wine and took a hefty swig, in an attempt to calm herself down.


    The fire that happened five years ago marked a turning point in her life.


    Back then, she was merely an intern at Nimbus Air, and it was only through her parents and the Stonehurst family’s connections that she’d managed to get in.


    Her performance during the fire earned her recognition from the government. As a result, she made a name for herself at Nimbus Air.


    Afterward, Nimbus Air even arranged for her to study abroad.


    Otherwise, she wouldn’t have be the first female pilot of Nimbus Air in such a short time.


    <i>However</i><i>, </i><i>that </i><i>fire</i>…


    The grip Sidonie had on the wine bottle involuntarily tightened.


    <i>No</i>, <i>what </i><i>happened </i><i>today </i><i>must </i><i>have </i><i>been </i>a <i>mere </i><i>coincidence</i><i>. </i><i>No </i><i>one </i><i>knows </i><i>about </i><i>the </i><i>secret </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>past</i><i>. </i>


    Sidonie was trying to reassure herself, yet her hands couldn’t help but tremble.


    Over at the banquet hall, Quinn had just emerged from the restroom when she was intercepted by Trent.


    “Quinn, I have something to tell you.”


    “I have nothing to say to you,” she said, her voice icy.


    “I know you’ve always resented me for our divorce. You can me me, but you can’t take out your anger on thepany!” said Trent.


    “What?” Quinn was taken aback.


    Trent continued, “We built thispany together, and there are many employees you have grown to know well. Could you really bear to see thepany face problems, and those familiar colleagues lose their jobs?”


    Without any hesitation, Quinn said, “Trent, if there are issues in thepany and you need toy someone off, it’s your problem, not mine. Don’t try to ckmail me emotionally. Also, I remember you always mentioning in the media that thepany was founded solely by you, didn’t you? So, since when did it suddenly be us founding it together?”