Chapter 247 Shattered Facades
“You’re framing me!” Sidonie refused to yield. “Those blurry photos can’t prove anything. <b>Quinn</b>, <b>this </b><b>is </b>malicious nder. 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 ced Rowan in mortal danger–how he was still missing–only deepened her hatred.
What infuriated her most was Sidonic’s utterck of remorse–she didn’t even admit one small mistake.
Thud<i>! </i>
Quinn’s fist mmed 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 <b>just </b>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 mmed into his chest,unching 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 <i>had </i>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 andughed, 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 <b>was </b>the only pir 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 <b>off </b><b>steam</b>, you’ve already punched Sidonie twice–that ought to be enough!”
“Enough?” Quinn’s eyes glittered with contempt. “People died in that ze. My brother <b>has </b><b>been </b><b>missing </b>for five years no one even knows whether he’s alive. And you think two little punches <b>are </b><b>enough</b><b>, </b><b>Trente </b>
Chapter <b>247 </b>Shattered Facades
Words deserted Trent; for a moment, he could not bear to meet the fury zing <b>in </b><b>Quinn </b>gaze
“Move,” Quinn said coldly.
Trent clenched his jaw. “The day Sidonic pulled me from the river, I swore I would protect her. If youy another finger on her, Quinn, I will not let you walk away.”
Thud!
No sooner had the threat left Trent’s lips than a heavy boot mmed into his side, knocking <b>him </b><b>hard </b><b>to </b>the ground.
This time, however, the one who kicked him was Julius.
Julius ground his heel into Trent’s check and sneered, “Then I’ll start by not letting you walk <b>away </b>
Pain seared Trent’s face as he struggled to shove Julius‘ leg aside, but the man’s boot felt as if <b>it </b>weighed <b>a </b>thousand pounds—immovable.
Julius turned his head toward Quinn. “Quinnie, if you truly want Sidonie dead, I can help you.”
Sidonie’s face drained of color at his words.
Unlike Quinn, Julius was unpredictable; Quinn might beat her, but Julius–a genuine madman–might kill her.
Instinct propelled Sidonie to flee, yet Julius‘ men mped her arms down and pinned her in ce.
Just then, a car rolled up and stopped in front of the crowd.
The door swung open; Han and Laura stepped out, hauling with them a man whose wrists were bound tightly together.
Julius lifted his foot off Trent’s face, frowned slightly, and looked toward Han.
Trent staggered to his feet, but one of Julius‘ men casually locked a hand over his shoulder, immobilizing him as easily as they had Sidonie.
Sidonie fixed a deathly stare on Lindgren, and every drop of blood seemed to drain from her cheeks. <b><i>Why </i></b><i>did </i><i>Han </i><i>and </i><i>Laura </i><i>bring </i><i>Detective </i><i>Lindgren </i><i>here</i><i>? </i><i>He </i><i>should </i><i>have </i><i>been </i><i>hauled </i><i>off </i><i>to </i><i>the </i>detention <i>center </i>by <i>the </i>police <i>already</i><i>!. </i>
Laura strode to Quinn’s side. “Quinnie, what on earth is going on?”
“I found evidence proving Sidonie started the border inferno,” Quinn replied. “Without that fire, my brother would never have vanished.”