NovelFameChapter 215
Johnny clutched the contract tight for what felt like ages before finally asking the housekeeper to get in touch
with Quinn. No wonder his work laptop and phone had been taken away-Quinn was clearly scheming something,
probably for Simon's sake.
He rubbed his temples, exhausted. Both his daughters were blinded by love, and his son wasn't much better.
This family seemed destined for ruin.
When Quinn got Johnny's call, a wave of dread washed over her. She had a sneaking suspicion that the secret
project she'd sent out was about to be blown wide open. Damn it, Clara!
On the way back to the Bradford estate, she mulled over ways to fix the mess. She parked in a nearby alley,
hesitated for a few moments, and then sent a message.
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Over at St. Mary's Hospital, the man who received her message lit up with excitement. "Quinn's reaching out.
She wantsto kidnap her and give her a good stabbing."
Calix thought he must've misheard. Who asks to get stabbed? It sounded insane.
A smirk and a tinge of madness flickered in the man's eyes. "Who knows? She's quite the actress. Better call
Clara to see how she wantsto play this. | just want my million and a half and to be done with this place."
Calix immediately called Clara, who quickly saw through Quinn's plan. Just another trick to earn sympathy.
A sly smile spread across her face. "Then let's play her game."
This time, Johnny needed a wake-up call.
An hour later, news hit the Bradford family that Quinn had been kidnapped on her way back, and the kidnapper
was the gambler who always pestered them for money.
Naomi was frantic with worry. When she saw Clara, she pointed an accusing finger at her. "Clara, nothing good
ever comes when you're around! What more do you want from us? Ryan's still in the hospital, and now Quinn's in
trouble. I've had enough!"
In a frenzy, Naomi made to rush at her. Clara calmly pushed her aside. Naomi nearly hit the ground and, after a
moment, clutched her face in despair. "How did | end up with a daughter like you? It's a curse."
Clara ignored her and asked, "Where's Quinn now?"
Naomi wiped her tears. "Where else? That man won't let her go. Happy now?"
Clara turned and headed upstairs, asking the housekeeper for the biggest projector. Though no one in the
Bradford family was fond of her, they still brought it out.
Clara ushered Johnny out of the room, telling him to wait in the hallway upstairs. Between the first and second
floors of the mansion was a massive white wall, perfect for projecting.
Johnny had no clue what she was up to and was too worn out to argue. Naomi grumbled a few more insults
before collapsing onto the sofa with a sigh.
Clara switched on the projector, and images started to play out on the wall.
Meanwhile, the man had already tied Quinn up. The situation urgent, so Quinn tempted him with cash. "Pull this
off right, and I'll give you three hundred grand to vanish for good."
Her eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. Dead men tell no tales, and once this was over, she intended to hire
someone to silence him for good.
The man was a seasoned gambler. He's not gonna be fooled. He's already aware of her ruthless nature.
"Alright, alright, thank you. So, how do you wantto play this?"
Quinn took a deep breath. "When the Bradfords show up, stab the knife into my shoulder. Don't worry-I won't
hold it against you."
She had no idea that every bit of it was being live-streamed on the Bradford family's biggest wall.
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