Even at this critical juncture, Joy Quinn was unwilling to give up.
"Sister, even if you’ve found your biological mother, you can’t deny the fact that our family adopted you. After all, we are sisters once; no matter how wrong I was before, there’s no need to push to a dead end, right?"
Yes, she tried to use past sentints to emotionally manipulate July Quinn.
Once she succeeded, she could leverage July Quinn’s influence in ridia to rise above everyone else.
Such a huge temptation, even with only a one-in-a-million chance of success, Joy Quinn would still give it a try.
As expected by Joy Quinn, the King quickly caught onto key information from their conversation: "Her Majesty, July, you were once adopted by their family?"
To him, Her Majesty, July, was a towering figure of gratitude.
If this family had really adopted Her Majesty, July, even if Her Majesty didn’t want to admit it, they would still be considered his benefactors.
Without them, there would be no Her Majesty, July; without Her Majesty, July, there would be no King Allen today.
So naturally, he would treat their family well.
Joy Quinn picked up on these implications from the King’s words.
She was almost gleefully about to lose herself in delight, but a single sentence from July Quinn completely dashed her hopes.
"Indeed, they did adopt . But they all sched to extract value from , especially since she wanted to harm for money. If you were in my place, would you want a sister like this?"
July Quinn said these words in an extrely calm tone, casually brushing over the past with just a few words.
But in King Allen’s heart, it stirred a trendous storm.
So, it turned out this was indeed a sister without blood ties to Her Majesty, July, but one who wanted to harm her for money.
In this light, she wasn’t Her Majesty, July’s benefactor, but rather her enemy.
"Heh, if it were , not only would I deny it, but I would also peel her skin and draw her tendons."
Allen coldly stared at Joy Quinn as he said this, making Joy feel extrely uneasy.
She was contemplating whether to honestly endure these thirty slaps and leave when she heard Allen give another order.
"Soone, slap her! Keep slapping until her mouth is torn apart, let’s see if she still dares to brag everywhere that she is Her Majesty, July’s sister, embarrassing Her Majesty."
Joy Quinn was stunned.
Now not only would she be slapped, but she would be slapped until her mouth was torn apart?
No!
She didn’t want to suffer such a punishnt.
"Second Sister, please don’t let them hit , okay? I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!"
"Second Sister..."
No matter how Joy Quinn begged July Quinn, July didn’t pay her any attention.
So those bodyguards did not hesitate and dragged Joy Quinn into the hotel lobby, where they began the slapping spree.
The loud sound of slaps combined with Joy Quinn’s cries for rcy created a tumult, making one’s heart pound with fear.
They only stopped once Joy Quinn’s face swelled like a pig’s head, and blood was continually seeping from her mouth.
After Allen checked and confird that Joy’s mouth was indeed torn, he and July happily set off for the stable.
As the King and July’s entourage left, the people gathered in the hotel lobby gradually dispersed.
Only Joy Quinn, who was beaten to the point where she couldn’t get up, remained in the position she was tossed out, lying at the hotel’s entrance.
Joy Quinn felt dizzy and didn’t know what to do.
At this mont, a pair of white high heels appeared in her line of sight...
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