The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 999: This time, no face is given at all

His heart felt as though it was entwined by vines, with a multitude of clues urging him forward.

Yet Myles Sullivan had an instinctive reluctance to approach that truth!

Watching the Girl place the laptop in front of Ghania Quinlan, she said indifferently, "Ghania, see if this is the post you thought you had deleted."

Myles Sullivan felt Ghania’s body suddenly begin to tremble.

His heart sank abruptly.

Although he did not fully comprehend the incident from back then, he knew that if things continued this way, the situation would be very unfavourable for them.

He stepped forward, his broad figure shielding Ghania, his brows furrowed, not even looking at the content of the restored post on the school forum that Nathalie had recovered. He blurted out: "Nathalie, there must be a misunderstanding in all this!"

Having been immersed in his career for many years, he had long since developed a wrist that could bend and stretch.

Seeing his initial plan of ’interrogation’ to make Nathalie admit to staging a Car accident to injure Ghania disrupted, he quickly adapted, switching his approach and playing the emotional card: "I didn’t read the content of that post, I just feel that no matter what Ghania posted Online, you’ve already Slapped her and scolded her, she has received the punishment she deserves. Nathalie, must you really push her to a dead end?"

Nathalie Quinlan’s expression remained indifferent.

He spoke confidently as though he was the one with justice on his side, and after his forceful rhetorical question, he continued solemnly, "Ghania is your sister; you’ve lived together for over a decade. I can’t believe you have no feelings for her at all. If it were up to me, I’d say let this matter go."

He spoke casually, and the next second, had the audacity to propose: "I’ll have Ghania Apologize to you, and besides, I will try to send her abroad, to Master Steven’s..."

"Ghania Quinlan must go to prison." He hadn’t finished speaking when Nathalie Quinlan interrupted him in an indifferent tone, her dark pupils capturing his, decisively cutting off his ’arrangement’.

It was a statement, as well as a notification.

Myles Sullivan felt as if he had received a Slap in the face, his pride somewhat wounded, his face beginning to flush red.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words, only able to look at the Girl with an accusatory gaze, as if Nathalie was extremely heartless and ungrateful, and before he could proceed with his so-called ’fair arrangement’, he saw Amadeus Yancey stride over, picked up the Laptop from the hospital bed, glanced at it with a deep and meaningful tone, "The IP address of the poster is at the Sullivan family."

Ghania’s fingers trembled incessantly, her lips pale without a trace of color.

Myles Sullivan and Ivy Wilmar looked at her as if she was a fool.

Head bowed, she dared not lift it, unsure how to explain herself.

How could this be, the post was clearly deleted by the school’s Background system; she checked, and once the original post is deleted from the Background, the IP can’t be traced.

For this reason, she had specifically consulted several of her peers who studied computers.

It was because she was certain that once the post was deleted Nathalie wouldn’t be able to trace her IP address, that she remained defiant and unafraid of escalating the matter.

How did Nathalie manage to restore the deleted post to its original state, and also trace her posting IP through the post?

Just moments before, Ghania could still rely on the last bit of courage to act wild and crazy; now, however, she felt as though someone had clutched her throat, and she dared not speak.

Nathalie had said that slander could lead to a three-year sentence.

Behind her was the Pinecone Group and the Zachmann Family, but most importantly...

Ghania quickly raised her head, looking in Amadeus Yancey’s direction, her heart felt like it was being crushed, cast into the eighteen levels of hell.

Three years...

Three years would ruin her life!

How could a person with a criminal record stand firm in Beijing, or enter the Upper circle?

Ghania’s eyes showed terror, her lips quivering.