Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

As Bennett looked around, he saw staff being questioned, rich kids still live–streaming, Joseph and Stanley standing there, and Quinly, the kid he’d seen earlier.

The memory of Quinlyn knocking over Yvonne’s bag flashed through his mind, and Bennett found himself making his way

toward her.

Before he could approach her. Joseph stepped in front of him. “Tcalled the police, Joseph said, looking innocent. “I figured you should hear the whole story”

“You did this?” Bennett asked, sizing him up. “Did you call the cops just for a little fight, or did you know something bigger was up?”

Joseph glanced around at the hidden cameras and said, “I saw the needle marks on her arm.”

“Is that all: Bennett frowned, pointing out the flaw. “Even diabetics need insulin shots. Most people wouldn’t immediately associate that with drugs.”

“Oh, right,” Joseph replied, looking genuinely surprised. “Guess I’ve watched too many crime shows. I got a little paranoid. But hey, it ended up helping the police, right?”

He shrugged it off, but Bennett was still skeptical. When Bennett turned to find Quinlyn, she was already gone.

In the corner. Quinlyn sat on a high stool at a small table, eating a little cake with a spoon–the one Stanley had just gotten for her before the chaos erupted.

Stanley glanced around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in close. “You’re the one who told Joseph to call the cops, right?” he whispered.

Quinlyn’s eyes narrowed as she savored the cream, clearly enjoying the taste. She gave a small nod, still holding her spoon, to let him know he was on the right track.

Stanley’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How’d you know she was suspicious?” he pressed, his curiosity growing.

reluctantly swallowed the cream and, still clutching her spoon, said, “When she bumped into me, I saw needle marks on her arm. And she had

Stanley repeated, clearly out of

up, saying it gave a stronger effect and tasted better. So when she smelled it,

me?” Stanley asked, irritation seeping into his voice.

than she

it over. “Because you can distract the enemy,” she said

that live–streaming or making a scene could lower

100

and his prickly attitude softened. He couldn’t help but tease, “Hmph, Joseph is useless. I stepped out for a second to get a cake, and

his spine and turned to

gave

1/3

Chapter 19

onlookers, not diss me,” Joseph said, sitting at

outside and asked Quinlyn, “Quinlyn, have you talked to that officer before? He’s really got

take my statement. Quinlyn said, shrugging as she took another

head, feeling a bit frustrated. “Stanley, if I’m not around, keep Quinlyn out of this stuff. Her background is

the station for questioning or worse, start digging into

what I’m doing.” Stanley snapped, his face scowling. He didn’t want to be one–upped. But before he could finish, a bunch of smartphones were shoved in

of rich kids who’d just finished their statements swarmed around him, acting like he was some kind

you’re amazing,” one of them gushed. “You scored us an exclusive on a huge case that

through the roof, another chimed in. The people who were calling you a bully are now

hit the survival training. Stanley’s the obvious leader. Anyone got a problem with that? Speak

soaking it in, feeling like he’d finally found his moment. Meanwhile, the live–stream viewers were starting to see things

no one noticed Quinlyn, the real hero who sat quietly in the corner, munching on her snack