Chapter 170 She Does Not Owe Anyone
“Out of line?” Quinn laughed, clearly finding that ridiculous.
“I saw it with my own eyes. You tripped Sidonie!” Trent exclaimed in frustration. “Why do you hate her so much? Why would you want to hurt her like that?”
“If you saw that, then how come you didn’t see her trying to grab my phone?” Quinn shot back. “And if I really wanted to hurt her, do you think she would’ve just fallen to the ground?”
At that, both Trent’s and Sidonie’s faces changed slightly.
They’d seen what Quinn could do.
Trent himself had once been knocked over by one of her kicks.
If she truly meant to harm Sidonie, there would have been no contest.
“Quinn, if you hadn’t refused to give up your phone, I wouldn’t have had to grab it!” Sidonie defended herself. Then she turned to Trent. “I think Quinn’s the one who sent that message to the reporter. She used the fire from five years ago to ruin my reputation. That’s why I wanted to check her phone!”
“What?” Trent looked shocked and turned to Quinn. “Did you really do that?”
“Shouldn’t you need proof to make accusations?” Quinn asked coolly. “If Sidonie says the message is slander, then accusing me without proof is also slander.”
Trent hesitated for a second. “But Sidonic wouldn’t lie about something like this.”
Quinn let out a laugh. “Fine, believe whatever you want. I just hope you won’t regret it later.”
She turned to leave, tired of dealing with them, but Trent suddenly reached out and grabbed her injured
arm.
Quinn couldn’t move fast enough to avoid him, and he got a grip.
“Let go,” she said coldly.
“Then hand over your phone. Or I’ll call the police and report you for trying to frame Sidonie!”
Quinn stared at him icily. “If you choose to believe Sidonie, that’s your business. But I don’t have to go. along with it. This is your last warning. Let go.”
“And if I don’t?” Trent asked, sq
ueezing her arm tighter.
Quinn raised her leg and kicked Trent hard.
He flew backward and landed painfully on the ground.
The noise drew attention. People nearby started looking over.
“What’s going on?” Julius walked over. He frowned when he saw the scene.
“It’s nothing.” Quinn replied nonchalantly.
But Julius noticed her arm.
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Her light–colored sleeve had a red spot. Blood was soaking through.
“Did your wound reopen?” Julius asked anxiously.
“It probably tore when Trent grabbed me. I’ll treat it when I get home.”
The wound had merely split open, a bit of blood seeping out. To her, it was no big deal.
However, Julius‘ face had turned frighteningly grim.
He turned to look at Trent, who had just picked himself up from the ground. “You did this?”
Trent, already humiliated after being kicked down in front of so many people, was furious. Upon hearing Julius‘ words, he said, “I suspect it was Quinn who sent the message to the reporter, slandering Sidonie. I only asked her for her phone!”
Julius fixed his gaze on Trent, slowly closing the distance between them. “You asked her for her phone?”
“Yeah, if she’s innocent, then she should hand over her phone to prove it!”
In the blink of an eye, Julius had already approached him. The towering figure of the other man gave him. a sense of overwhelming pressure.
In Julius‘ deep, dark eyes, there was a coldness that sent a chill down Trent’s spine.
“You grabbed Quinnie’s arm, didn’t you?” Julius glanced at Trent’s right hand as he spoke.
At that moment, there were traces of blood on the fingertips of his right hand.
It was only then that Trent noticed the blood stains. “I didn’t know her arm was injured. If she’d just shown us her phone, I wouldn’t have-”
“She doesn’t owe anyone proof of her innocence!” Julius interrupted coldly.
Then came a loud, cracking sound.
Julius had grabbed Trent’s right hand and broken it.
