Queenie's heart immediately shattered into pieces.
It was clear to her that Vinson's trust toward Arielle was unwavering and he intended to protect her no matter what.
Queenie had never reckoned Vinson would allow a girl to occupy such an important place in his heart. He was not a man who easily opened himself up to others, and he rarely trusted anyone.
Besides, his attitude toward girls had always been indifferent as well. That might have explained why he had never been involved in any scandals throughout all those years.
So, whats happening now? Could he really have fallen for Arielle, a girl who's an absolute nobody?
She shut her eyes for a moment and then reopened them to reveal a pair of sorrowful eyes that also held a resolute look at the same time.
“It really wasn't me,” she firmly denied it again.
Queenie was not a fool. Being aware of how much Arielle meant to Vinson, she knew she could not possibly admit to the act without invoking Vinson's wrath.
Glaring at Queenie with eyes that were cold as ice, Arielle shook her head as she stated, “I'm giving you one last chance. Out with the truth, or I'll slap you for every lie you tell.”
“It really wasn't-”
Slap!
Arielle struck her with a tight slap before she could even finish her sentence.
Queenie's head swung to the side at once, and her left cheek instantly swelled up before everyone's eyes.
“Y-You slapped me?” Queenie's eyes widened with disbelief as she stared at Arielle.
As the only daughter of the Mill family, a revered family of doctors nonetheless, she had been raised like a precious little princess and had never ever been slapped in the face like this before.
“Yes, I did. So what?” Arielle raised her chin at her threateningly. “If you still won't spit the truth, I will do it again. And I promise the next slap will be harder than the last one.”
The drug's effect was fading away, and she was beginning to regain her strength.
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