The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1429: Chapter 1429: Amadeus: Five or Six Years Is No Problem

Emilia Sullivan was too afraid to go over, her eyes red with anger.

She raised her hand and pointed at Nathalie Quinlan, her voice trembling with agitation: ”You, you, Nathalie, Ghania is your sister! How could you call the police... Do you realize she’s still on probation? Reporting her to the police will get her locked up and you will make her go to jail. How can you be so heartless...”

Clearly, it was Ghania Quinlan who made mistakes all along, yet Emilia Sullivan always acted as if Nathalie Quinlan was the one at fault.

Not to mention Sadam Vinson and the others were furious watching this.

Zayn Fisher couldn’t bear it either, his lips moving slightly, yet feeling hindered by his own position, he couldn’t speak out.

”Ghania grew up with you, eating from our Quinlan Family’s table, we took you out from the orphanage. Nathalie, I order you to have your people quickly tell the police you didn’t call them. If Ghania goes to jail, I, I certainly will not let you go!”

Emilia Sullivan was anxious, otherwise, she wouldn’t say such brainless things.

But when it came to matters concerning Ghania Quinlan, she always lost her cool like this.

Nathalie Quinlan’s black hair slipped past her brow bone, her gaze flickering for a moment, seemingly enveloped by a sense of dreariness.

Upon hearing Emilia Sullivan’s frantic accusations, she calmly reached out to pull the zipper of her sweater up to her neck, revealing her cold, sharp chin.

”You order me?”

Emilia Sullivan suddenly felt suffocated, her flowing blood frozen, stuttering as she tried to speak: ”I...”

Nathalie Quinlan gazed at her, her eyes like an endless abyss: ”What do you have to order me?”

Emilia Sullivan’s old face nearly turned crimson.

Humiliating yet awkward.

Nathalie Quinlan showed a smile on her delicate face, seeming to realize that arguing with her right now seemed quite pointless, her gaze revealing self-loathing as she looked at Emilia Sullivan: ”I wasn’t the one who made Ghania go to jail; she did it to herself.”

She had given countless chances to the Quinlan Family and Ghania Quinlan.

Yet they continually pushed the boundaries toward destruction.

For Ghania Quinlan to come to this, no one else was to blame.

If Ghania wanted to blame someone, she could only blame herself!

”I prepared two hard drives, but I didn’t ask her to steal one. She stole something herself, admitted it herself, now that the police are looking for her, is this my problem?”

Emilia Sullivan’s throat seemed to be strangled, unable to utter a single word.

Amadeus Yancey then seized the girl’s wrist; Nathalie Quinlan’s skin was slightly cool. With imperceptible calmness, he soothed the girl’s emotions and softly said, ”Alright, let me handle this here, you go outside with Sadam and the others and wait for me.”

His palm was very warm, pulling Nathalie Quinlan abruptly out of her agitated state.

She pressed her brow, realizing her previous loss of emotional control, did not refuse, jumped down from the dressing table, and said, ”I’ll wait for you outside.”

”Okay.”

Not assured, Amadeus Yancey gave Sadam Vinson a few brief instructions, watched as they went out.

Once Sadam Vinson and Nathalie went outside.

He returned to the chair, took a box of cigarettes from his pocket, knocked one out, bit it into his mouth, lit it head down, then raised his head, looked at Emilia Sullivan and Ghania Quinlan, and spoke in a rather detached tone: ”Tell me, how many years do you want sentenced.”

”Violating probation again in three years, multiple offenses combined, five or six years inside is not a problem.”

Ghania Quinlan was struck as if by lightning; her eyes widened in disbelief, her sight went black, and her body swayed, barely holding herself up from collapsing.

”Ghania.” Emilia Sullivan hurriedly supported her.

Ghania Quinlan’s face turned as pale as a sheet, her mind buzzing.