Chapter 169 Out Of Line
Julius pursed his lips. “I’ll go.”
“What?” Quinn was taken aback. “You’re going to be ‘it‘?”
“That’s right.”
Quinn couldn’t imagine Julius, of all people, playing tag with the kids. He just didn’t seem the type.
But to her shock, Julius was being completely serious. He even bent down and said to Minnie, “Ms. Bridger hurt her arm, so I will play with you instead!”
After saying that, Julius took off his suit jacket, removed his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves.
A few moments later, Quinn saw Julius running across the lawn, playing “it” while a group of kids ran around him.
He looked nothing like his usual cold and distant self. Instead, he looked like a carefree young man just enjoying the moment.
Everyone there, especially those who knew Julius‘ status, was stunned by the scene.
No way!
That’s Mr. Whitethorn? The man known as the one you simply can’t mess with in Jexburgh?
And anyone who crosses him ends up in a bad way?
But now, he’s playing with the kids. This must be a dream!
Quinn couldn’t stop smiling as she watched. The more time she spent with Julius, the more she saw how different he was from what she’d thought.
She pulled out her phone to take a few quick photos of him.
Just as she was about to put it away, a sudden thought crossed her mind. She opened her browser and started searching for information about the co–pilot who died in the fire five years ago.
It had been ruled that the fire was caused by his smoking. Even though he had already passed away, the internet had heavily criticized him, and his family had suffered a lot because of the backlash.
At the time, Nimbus Air had even paid a lot of money to cover up the story.
If the man really did cause the fire that killed him, maybe that was karma. But still, she wondered what Sidonie was hiding.
Just then, Sidonie’s voice abruptly rang out. “Quinn, were you the one who sent those nasty, hateful messages?”
Quinn turned and saw Sidonie just a few steps behind her.
“What are you talking about?”
“I must’ve hit a nerve,” Sidonie said, stepping closer. “If it wasn’t you, then why were you reading news
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about the fire from five years ago? And it’s even about my dead colleague!”
She reached out to grab Quinn’s phone, but Quinn quickly stepped aside, making Sidonie miss.
“So just because I looked up that news, you think I’m the one who sent the message to the reporter?” Quinn scoffed.
“Who else would it be if not you!” Sidonic shouted. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. “You’re still angry that I took Trent from you. You knew I’d be here today and wanted to destroy my reputation by sending that message to the press.”
“Sidonie, don’t flatter yourself,” Quinn replied mockingly. “If you want Trent, have him. I gave up on him a long time ago. Why would I be jealous of you? But the way you’re freaking out right now? If other people saw this, they might think everything you said on stage was fake, and that the message told the real story.”
“You-” Sidonie’s expression changed. “If you didn’t set me up, then prove it. Let me see your phone!”
Sidonie was completely convinced Quinn was behind everything.
Out of everyone she’d had arguments with, Quinn seemed the most likely.
Plus, Quinn was there all three times–when the fire story aired on the island, when Sidonie got the first anonymous message, and now when the reporter received one.
What were the chances of all that happening by accident?
“Why should I let you check my phone?” Quinn said, laughing in frustration.
“If you’re not guilty, then why are you scared?” Sidonie snapped.
Quinn had had enough and turned to walk away.
Sidonie wouldn’t back down. She lunged toward Quinn, trying to grab her phone by force.
But she couldn’t match Quinn’s speed. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.
“Sidonie!” Trent ran over and helped her up. Then he looked at Quinn with anger in his eyes. “Quinn, that was way out of line!”
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