[July Quinn is my sister. I believe she would never do such a thing as hiring someone to play on her behalf.]
[The person above must be Joy Quinn. You’re really naive and kind. Some people would do such a thing for fame and fortune.]
[July Quinn is busy with so many things every day. How does she have time to play games and play so well? Other than hiring someone to play for her, I can’t think of any other reason for her to have such a high-level account.]
These three comments look like they were left by three different people, but all were under Joy Quinn’s verified account ID.
Victor Hawthorne and the others read these comments and instantly saw the truth clearly.
"So after all this time, the person fanning the flames behind the posts and keeping the buzz alive is still you."
"When they talk about being two-faced, they mean her. On the surface, she seems uncompetitive, kind, and pure, but in reality, she’s dark-hearted and devious."
Regarding the words from these people in the gaming club, Joy Quinn could ignore them.
Except, she couldn’t help but care about what Victor Hawthorne thought of her.
So she once tried to approach Victor Hawthorne, "Victor, it really wasn’t me. I don’t know who the hell took my account and posted such comments."
But as soon as she approached, Victor Hawthorne instinctively took a step back.
It was as if he saw her as some terrible virus.
Joy Quinn seemed unable to bear such grievance and burst into tears on the spot: "Others can disbelieve me, but Victor, you can’t! We’ve been such good friends for so long, surely you can’t deny me even this bit of trust?"
Because of the injury on her forehead and her tear-stained face, Joy Quinn looked as delicate and pitiable as a little white flower.
She once planned to use this image to stir Victor Hawthorne’s protective instincts towards her.
As long as Victor Hawthorne believed her and was willing to forgive her, that was enough.
She still had the chance to marry into a top wealthy family!
As for those who refused to trust her and kicked her when she was down, she would remember them one by one.
The day she rises to the top, she will not let them have a way to live!
Seeing she was just a step away from Victor Hawthorne, Joy Quinn suddenly "fainted," intending to fall into Victor Hawthorne’s arms. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net
But the moment she closed her eyes and "fainted," Victor Hawthorne quickly stepped back.
A loud "bang" was heard.
Joy Quinn fell to the ground.
Even when her body intimately met the earth, and all her bones ached from the fall, Joy Quinn was still bewildered.
She had clearly calculated the angle and direction to fall straight into Victor Hawthorne’s arms.
How did she end up on the ground?
As Joy Quinn racked her brains but couldn’t figure it out, she heard Victor Hawthorne’s sidekick say, "Boss Hawthorne, see how sharp I am? I pulled you back at the crucial moment; otherwise, she would have bumped into you."
Hit your grandma’s bear!
Without ten years of brain atrophy, there’s no way to pull this kind of stunt.
Stupid straight man, I hope you’re single forever!
But despite cursing in her heart, Joy Quinn still hoped Victor Hawthorne would personally lift her up.
Just like in fairy tales, where when the princess suffers, the prince always arrives first and takes her away from all the troubles, creating a perfect ending.
But after waiting for a long time, Joy Quinn never received Victor Hawthorne’s embrace.
She only heard him say, "I called an ambulance to pick her up. Is the interview over? If it is, we need to head back to school."
After all this time, he only called an ambulance?
That damn pig-headed man!