Alaric Faulkner’s face turned cold, and the aura around him carried an intimidating chill that made others feel fear involuntarily.
Eleanor Sterling glanced at Giselle Keating, her voice tinged with grievance, "It was her, Giselle Keating brought people to bully me."
Alaric Faulkner had never seen Eleanor Sterling , let alone making almost a coquettish complaint as she was now.
A bit novel and somewhat heartwarming, he liked it very much, so he was willing to play along with her.
"Are you hurt?" he asked in a low voice.
Eleanor Sterling extended her hand; her skin was fair and easily marked, and after the scuffle earlier, the back of her hand was a bit red.
Alaric Faulkner’s handsome face darkened, his cold eyes fixated on Giselle Keating, he said in a chilly voice, "Miss Keating, please apologize to my girlfriend."
Giselle Keating didn’t expect that this bitch, Eleanor Sterling, would go in front of Alaric Faulkner and cry for an apology, when it was clearly she who pinned her down and fought with Claire Truman.
Now she has the face to accuse them?
Moreover, Alaric Faulkner believed it, and now wants to stick up for Eleanor Sterling!
The redness on her hand paled in comparison to the scars on her own face!
Who was really more injured?
Giselle Keating trembled with anger, she had been spoiled since childhood, how could she suffer such grievances, especially since Alaric Faulkner was the man she liked. For more chapters visit nοvelfire.net
She wanted to lash out again, to go forward and tear at Eleanor Sterling, but was stopped by Ronan Keating beside her.
His dark eyes looked towards Eleanor Sterling, then he spoke gently, "Miss, you say my younger sister bullied you, but from the current situation, it seems more like you bullied her."
Eleanor Sterling met his gaze, and said coldly, "What do you mean? Are you saying I’m lying?"
Alaric Faulkner’s eyes turned cold, his voice carrying a hint of warning, "Young Master Ronan."
Ronan Keating showed no fear, his demeanor still as gentle as a spring breeze, "President Faulkner, everything requires evidence."
Ronan Keating naturally favored his own sister and would not let her suffer any grievances.
At this moment, Claire Truman walked over, looking warmly at Ronan Keating, and spoke, "Ronan, this young lady did indeed make a move, she can’t just distort the facts by acting coquettish."
Ronan Keating’s eyes darkened, looking at Alaric Faulkner, "President Faulkner, shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"
Eleanor Sterling had evidence in her hand, but she did not rush to bring it out, only looked at Alaric Faulkner.
It seemed she wanted to see how he would react.
Ronan Keating was, after all, the Alliance Hierarch of the International Medical Alliance and a member of The Keating Family, with an identity and status that could not be underestimated.
Faced with Ronan Keating, what would Alaric Faulkner do?
Would he make her apologize?
Alaric Faulkner’s eyes went cold and deep as he looked at Ronan Keating, and said, "Since Miss Keating refuses to apologize, then don’t blame me for using special measures."
He paused for a moment, enunciating every word, "My woman must not suffer any grievances."
Eleanor Sterling was taken aback; Alaric Faulkner’s words meant he completely believed her, even against Giselle Keating and Claire Truman’s testimonies.
His words to Ronan Keating were so domineering, filled with an irresistible charm.
Ronan Keating did not back down an inch, his eyes deep, speaking in a cold voice, "Then I won’t step back either, and let my family be bullied."
Eleanor Sterling looked at Ronan Keating, and said, "What if I can prove that it was Giselle Keating who started hitting me first?"
Ronan Keating was startled, then replied, "Then I’ll have her apologize to you."
At those words, Eleanor Sterling curled her lips into a smile.
She was just waiting for this sentence.