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"How brave!" Quinton let go of the man and sized Gina up.
"If that's the case, why don't you cand take his place? I'll punish you instead for bullying Joanne." "Mister,
what...
what are you trying to do? Let's talk it out!" Gina retreated a few steps, looking at him in horror.
He was handsand dangerous...
She was afraid of him, but also wanted to know more about him.
"I'm Ms. Garcia's colleague and friend.
| don't see her as my enemy," Gina said quickly, seeing how Quinton was defending Joanne.
Quinton, however, could tell she was lying because she didn't sound sincere at all.
He figured she was the reason why these people were attacking Joanne, and his lip curled in disgust.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Friend? " Quinton turned to Joanne.
"Tell me...
Is she really your friend?" Joanne smoothed her messy hair and glared at him coldly.
"It's none of your business.
Get out and stop making a scene; you're disrupting classes." Quinton turned back and spread his hands, a
wicked grin on his face.
"See? She didn't say you're her friend.
I'm guessing you're the one who backstabbed her...
There's no way these people would know about her background otherwise." "No, | didn't do that! The parents
found out on their own.
Ms.
Garcia is the class teacher, so they just want to know her qualifications and background.
I'm Ms.
Garcia's friend...
Please believe me!" Gina stammered, looking pale.
"There's only one way to prove you're her friend," Quinton said slowly as he took out his butterfly knife and
rested the blade on Gina's cheek.
Hey, do you think you'd look good with a scar on your face?" "No, please don't!" Gina's legs felt like jelly, and her
body trembled as she fought back tears.
She didn't dare move, afraid the knife would cut her skin.
"What are you afraid of? Aren't you curious how she got so many scars? | could give you stoo to enjoy." A
dangerous smile curved Quinton's lips.
He looked like a predator toying with its prey.
"No, I...
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I'm not curious about her scars.
IT] never look at her scars again.
Please letgo!" Gina cried and begged Quinton.
If she knew that Joanne had such a crazy man supporting her she would have never provoked her in the first
place.
"Didn't you say she's your frieng “fp you don’t want a scar on your face beg her
If she agrees to let you go, I'll do it" Quinton murmured a playful smirk on his handsface.
"TL..." Gina swallowed, and reluctantly begged Joanne, "Ms.
Garcia, I'm sorry.
Please...
help me! &
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