Chapter 10
Some people said that Quincey was being ridiculously overconfident. After all, Eliot’s wife
was present.
Others claimed that Quincey’s reputation was already ruined. Not just Eliot, but anyone with any status would never pay her any attention again.
Quincey simply lay on the ground, laughing loudly.
But after a moment, her laughter turned into sobs. Her tears mixed with her eyeliner, leaving black streaks down her face.
No one came to help her, nor did anyone offer her comfort.
After crying for a while, Quincey suddenly jumped up, unlocked her phone, and played a recording.
It was the recording from that day in the private room–Eliot’s foul language, the sounds of whips and insults, mixed with Quincey’s cries and pleas.
Then, unexpectedly, Pierce’s voice cut through. He asked Eliot if he was done and ordered someone to carry the unconscious Quincey out.
This caused a huge uproar. No matter how hard the Holden and Lyon families tried to cover it up, it was of no use.
The police got involved, and Eliot couldn’t escape responsibility.
Pierce’s reputation plummeted, and the Lyon family grew increasingly dissatisfied with him. I guessed there must have been a storm brewing inside the Holden family as well.
Later, I saw Quincey once when I passed by the massage parlor. Her hair was messy, and she was wearing a maid costume, escorting a man out.
When she saw me, she chased after me for a long distance.
“Yasmine, why didn’t you stop me before I rear–ended Pierce back then?” she asked with the same hateful look in her eyes as when she had crashed into me in my previous life.
The next day, I applied for a transfer at the company and moved abroad.
Five years later, the police informed me that Quincey had died in a rented apartment. I was her only living relative, and they asked how I wanted the body to be handled.
“Cremate it.”
With that, I hung up the phone.
