Michael Quinn wore a big smile.
Helena Wills was as white as a sheet.
Beside them, Nora Scott opened a thermos and asked Pedro Langley, "Liver, do you want some?"
Pedro Langley smiled faintly.
Nora Scott pushed the thermos with liver towards him, "Then it’s all yours."
Pedro Langley sat down compliantly.
The relaxed atmosphere seemed worlds apart from the tension next door. Follow current novels on novel⟡fire.net
Feeling inexplicably fed up with the PDA, Michael Quinn felt uneasy, and so his smile became all the more benevolent.
"Ahem, there are cameras outside the store, anyone can see, so I won’t adjust them..."
Michael Quinn said as he slowly took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and pulled up a video.
"However, I do have a little video here." Michael Quinn’s eyes twinkled with delight.
He placed the phone in front of Helena Wills, and the video began to play.
After a couple of glimpses, Helena Wills’ face completely changed, and she fell helplessly backward, only managing to prop herself up against the shelf.
"Anyway, after you’re gone, these things will come to me anyway. What difference does it make sooner or later?"
"Hand over the golden cicada quickly, and I’ll give you some money to enjoy your retirement."
"Search! I don’t believe it; if we turn the house upside down, we still can’t find the golden cicada!"
The video showed Helena Wills’s ugly demeanor at Ward’s house.
At that time, Helena Wills was arguing with Ward behind closed doors, so she spoke and acted recklessly, completely unrestrained.
Little did she know that her every move was captured clearly through the broken window.
Helena Wills was utterly defeated.
She knew the power of public opinion nowadays.
As soon as the video was released online, it could quickly draw countless netizens’ attention; the online comments aside, but her identity would undoubtedly be exposed to its core...
The lies she’d maintained for years with the Taylor Clan would be exposed in one fell swoop.
Managing to lead a life of luxury wasn’t easy...
With fear and panic in her face, the video played to the end.
Michael Quinn’s smile turned somewhat sinister, "Now, there are two options. One, the video gets uploaded, and you ’accidentally’ bump into something in the store, then spend a few days in the hospital; two, leave without a fuss, give up on the golden cicada, and never bother Ward again."
He paused and added, "We, of course, will hold onto the video. Just in case."
Helena Wills pursed her lips, her thoughts leaning towards his suggestion, it was obvious.
She absolutely didn’t want her lies exposed, nor to be ridiculed and scorned by thousands.
With a deep breath, Helena Wills tremblingly asked, "Do you mean it?"
"I said, we are reasonable people." Michael Quinn turned his head and asked the dozens of people he brought along, "Right, everyone?"
A unanimous loud response.
The voices, one louder than the other, intertwined like a full-scale surround speaker, making one’s ears tingle.
Helena Wills + her bodyguards: "..."
Get rid of that gangster thug vibe before you speak!
Helena Wills finally found her voice and said, "Let’s go."
After speaking, she didn’t even have the courage to look at Nora Scott again, took a few shaky steps, and almost fell, luckily a quick-eyed bodyguard caught her.
Came in arrogant as ever, left in utter disarray.
Three cars, fled like they were escaping.
Without them, the fruit store was still packed with the dozens of people Michael Quinn brought, but once they left, the previous serious and tense atmosphere vanished, and those people started to greet Nora Scott enthusiastically.
"Nora, long time no see."
"You didn’t even give us a heads-up when you came, it was Michael who informed us."
"Nora is still Nora, as beautiful as ever, even in a military coat you look like a Heavenly Immortal..."
A group of people, each with something to say, creating quite a ruckus.
Nora Scott, who was tossing chili into Pedro Langley’s bowl, glanced at Michael Quinn upon hearing this.
Michael Quinn raised his hand and made a ’settle’ gesture.
Michael Quinn approached the counter, leaned an elbow on it, and with a fawning smile, asked, "Nora, do you need anything else?"
Nora Scott looked up and asked, "Want to buy some fruit?"
Three seconds later, the crowd reacted.
"Buy, buy, buy! My family is waiting for fruit for the New Year!"
"We’ll buy all we can take!"
The crowd responded in unison.
Immediately, the whole fruit store was bustling, people outside even impatiently squeezed in.
"Got any bags? Give me ten!"
"Don’t push, don’t push!"
"Save me a crate of apples!"