"Freddy Cagwin hasn't come back to school yet, and none of my friends around me know about this, only Wenny Taylor had dinner with her yesterday."
Nathalie Quinlan's tone was extremely cold, yet sharp as a knife, "I don't think it's necessary to blow this up in such a manner! Who do you think told Wenny Taylor about it, me or her?"
Myles Sullivan had been through decades in the political arena, not rising through the ranks for nothing.
Upon hearing her say this, he already had a plan in mind.
His face suddenly darkened, his eyes smoldered with anger, and without speaking, he turned to look at Ghania Quinlan, his gaze icy and piercing.