Chapter 92: This is illegal detention 2 Chapter 92: This is illegal detention 2 Amelia Wilson lazily retorted, “So what?”
“If Victoria has the ability, she shouldn’t let Thomas Robinson look at me more. Just by beckoning my finger, he came over.” She looked at him with a hint of amusement in her eyes, “Is it my fault for being so attractive?”
Even in a place like Metropolis Film Institute, where beauties gathered, Victoria’s beauty stood out.
Her beauty was universally recognized and undeniable.
“If your sister weren’t Arnold Johnson’s lover, do you think you’d still be standing here talking to me today?” He couldn’t help but sneer with a cold laugh.
Amelia’s mind quickly flashed images of Arnold Johnson, the man who helped deal with her indecent photos, as well as her elder sister Victoria asking her about Kaelin Johnson…
“You’re talking nonsense. How could my sister be someone’s lover?” She instinctively rejected the idea.
Harry Collins stretched out his right hand, showing off a broken finger.
“This finger was broken by your elder sister,” he said, casting her a disdainful glance before continuing, “You know me–I hold grudges.”
“What have you done to my sister?” Amelia’s heart tinged with anxiety.
“Your sister has protected you well. She didn’t tell you anything.” Harry Collins thought of a cold and peerless face, as well as her calm and decisive actions.
“Feel free to come at me,” Amelia dared.
“I’ll make sure to recover what I lost tenfold. Unfortunately, I only discovered your sister was Arnold’s lover after I kidnapped her,” he said, emphasizing the word ‘lover’.
Amelia wasn’t stupid. She noticed that there were no inconsistencies in his story.
“Did Arnold take those indecent photos of you?”
When she first saw those photos, she was ecstatic, as if her blood was boiling from excitement. Even the Third Young Master Collins had his day. If Victoria hadn’t resolved the issue, those explicit videos would belong to her.
Although the videos were quickly suppressed, the humiliation remained an indelible memory in Harry’s bones.
The more intense his suffering that night, the deeper his hatred now.
“Don’t be smug. Once Arnold is bored with your sister, someone will take care of you two,” he said, firmly believing his prediction would come true.
One day, he would repay Arnold with vengeance.
“Of course, if you give birth to my child, our relationship with your family will naturally be different.” He stared intently at Amelia as he spoke.
Without hesitation, Amelia responded, “I won’t have that child.”
“It’s not up to you to decide whether to have it or not.”
“It’s not your child.” If that’s the case, she didn’t mind making him a cuckold once more.
Harry glanced at his hand and continued, “If the child is born and it’s mine, you four sisters might fare better. If not, then I can only wish you four words.”
“Blessing in disguise.”