Chapter 97 Worked Up
“You had so many bodyguards around you, so he wouldn’t have been able to get past them to hurt you, Mr. Whitethorn,” Quinn said.
Julius cast his eyes downward. There are countless hurts that my bodyguards simply can’t shield me from.
“Do you really dislike saying my name that much?” Julius suddenly asked.
Quinn was momentarily taken aback. “Julius.”
Just as Julius wished, Quinn had called out his name. Quinn added, “Don’t harm Harlan. I don’t want us to be enemies in the future either.”
Julius‘ eyelashes quivered slightly. A faint, bitter smile spread from the corners of his lips. Why do I have this feeling? Is it because I’m caring more and more about her?
“Okay. I won’t harm Harlan,” Julius murmured, slowly lifting his gaze to meet Quinn’s. “That’s because I don’t want to be your enemy.”
Just the thought of him becoming Quinn’s enemy seemed to make Julius incredibly uneasy.
Moreover, his instincts were screaming at him. If that really happened, he was certain he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
Meanwhile, at Jexburgh, Sidonie was finally released from the detention center.
Trent and Yorick came to pick her
- up.
As soon as they got in the car, Yorick said, “Sidonie, you have no idea. These past few days, Trent has been running around like a headless chicken because of you. He’s barely had any sleep. They say adversity reveals true feelings, and isn’t this a perfect example?”
“That’s enough, Yorick. Stop talking!” Trent admonished.
“What’s the matter? Are you feeling shy?” Yorick asked. “Speaking of it, I’m pretty sure Quinn had a hand in Sidonie’s arrest. Quinn must’ve instigated the military personnel and got them to call the cops to get back at Sidonie.”
Originally, Sidonie already harbored resentment toward Quinn. Upon hearing Yorick’s words, she scoffed coldly. “What I despise the most are those who resort to petty tricks. If Quinn had any issues with me, she could have faced me openly and honestly. I didn’t expect her to use such underhanded tactics.”
This time around, being detained had made Sidonie absolutely loathe Quinn.
She originally thought being undermined by Quinn at the airport was the worst of her luck. Little did Sidonie know she would even get detained.
Moreover, this detention was recorded in the files.
This also made her realize that even if she were able to remain as a co–pilot, she would never be able to climb any higher in rank.
One could say that Quinn had completely ruined Sidonie’s career prospects.
“Quinn can’t possibly compare to you, Sidonie,” Yorick said sarcastically. “She’s such a petty and sly
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character. Just because her parents were fallen heroes, she thinks she can plot against you like this. Does she really believe that if she ruins you, Trent will go back to her?”
“Yorick, have you said enough?” Trent suddenly scolded.
Yorick voiced his discontent, asking, “You’re divorced from Quinn now, so why are you still trying to protect her? She’s not your wife anymore. Besides, haven’t you forgotten the press conference you held for your divorce? Remember how much embarrassment she caused you?”
A heaviness settled in Trent’s chest. The press conference… Well, to be honest, I brought those embarrassments upon myself.
“Quinn is not the type to scheme against others,” Trent uttered somewhat hesitantly,
Regardless, as Trent reflected on the three years he was married to Quinn, he realized that Quinn had never really schemed against him in any way.
Interestingly, it was he who took Quinn’s efforts for granted. He never thought about reciprocating her dedication.
“What’s gotten into you? Are you actually taking Quinn’s side?” Yorick said, sounding puzzled.
A flash of unease flickered in Sidonie’s eyes. In the past, Trent never seemed to care about Quinn. But now, he’s saying things like this. Could it be that he has feelings for Quinn? No, that can’t be!
Sidonie comforted herself inwardly.
The car pulled up to a restaurant, where Trent had already reserved a private room.
Once they reached the private room, Trent took off his blazer and casually placed it aside. Suddenly, his phone rang.
“I need to take this call,” he said, picking up his phone and stepping out of the private room.
Sidonie picked up Trent’s blazer, intending to hang it on a nearby coat rack. However, due to the tilt of the jacket as she lifted it, something rolled out of the pocket.
Sidonie picked it up and saw two plain–looking rings. They seemed like something one might find at a street stall. When did Trent get rings like these?
Just then, Trent walked into the private room. The moment he saw the two rings in Sidonie’s hand, his expression changed dramatically. He rushed forward and forcefully snatched the rings back from Sidonie’s hands. “Who gave you permission to touch these two rings?”
Sidonie looked at Trent in surprise. Why is Trent so worked up over just a couple of cheap rings?
“Trent, what’s the matter?” Yorick asked from the side. “These two rings just fell out of your suit pocket, and Sidonie merely picked them up. There’s no need to be so nervous.”
