Susan Carter lunged forward, ready to loop the wire around July Quinn’s neck.
Of course, if he had a weapon, he wouldn’t resort to the laborious method of strangling someone to death.
But the key was that the house July Quinn arranged for him didn’t even have a knife.
This wire was something he yanked off from a water pipe.
Jesus, Lord Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless me!
It has to succeed, or who knows when I’ll get another chance.
But even after Susan Carter prayed to every deity, just as he was about to loop the wire around July Quinn’s neck, he got a hard knock to the head.
The force was tremendous, and Susan Carter felt as if his skull was almost hammered out.
In pain, he let go of the wire and clutched his head, rolling around in the back seat.
July Quinn retracted her fist, not even sparing a glance at Susan Carter.
"Do you have eyes on the back of your head?" Susan Carter looked as if he was on the brink of despair.
"Though I don’t have eyes on the back of my head, my senses are far beyond ordinary."
So even without looking back, just by the faint, subtle sounds from behind, she could discern what Susan Carter was about to do.
"Don’t reach out, or you’ll get hit."
After one last warning, July Quinn planned to speed up the car.
But at that moment, a video call came in.
July Quinn looked and saw that it was from Joy Quinn.
Without hesitation, she answered the video call.
But to her surprise, it was Nina Quinn on the other end of the video.
"July, are you surprised to see me?"
In the video, Nina Quinn was wearing a black tracksuit, her hair not as meticulously styled as usual, casually tied up in a bun.
Without her usual heavy makeup, Nina Quinn looked somewhat worryingly dispirited.
But July Quinn’s attention didn’t linger on her, not even responding to her words, she directly asked, "Where’s Joy?"
In Nina Quinn’s eyes, this was a good thing.
Just as expected, July Quinn really cared about Joy Quinn.
"You’re looking for Joy! Joy is right here."
Saying this, Nina Quinn moved aside, revealing Joy Quinn in the video.
At this moment, Joy Quinn was bound hand and foot to a chair, her mouth stuffed with a big towel.
She seemed eager to say something to July Quinn, but couldn’t, only a series of muffled sobs could be heard.
"Nina Quinn, what do you mean by this?" July Quinn’s detached gaze immediately fell on Nina Quinn.
"It’s simple, I just hope you won’t go through the transfer."
After hearing this, July Quinn laughed.
"So you use your own biological sister to threaten me? Have you been hit so hard lately that you’ve become stupid? What does Joy’s life or death have to do with me, even if she is your sister?"
In the video, Joy Quinn seemed a bit taken aback upon hearing this.
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If even Joy Quinn couldn’t be used as a credible threat against July Quinn, then they were truly done for.
Once ousted from the upper class, the people they once looked down upon would be the ones stepping over them.
What Nina Quinn feared most was being married off by Charles Quinn to men with physical defects in exchange for money.
Imagining that miserable fate, Nina Quinn decided to risk everything.
"You and her indeed share no blood relation, but you’ve been sisters for a time. Can you really bear to watch her get hurt?"
As she spoke, Nina Quinn took a small knife from her pocket, sliding it across Joy Quinn’s face.
Though she didn’t actually cut her, it was enough to make Joy Quinn cry tears of fright...