The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 734

Chapter 734

Nolan grabbed her by her shoulders. "Don't worry. Give me her number, and I'll locate her as you call Quincy for me."

Maisie nodded.

She contacted Quincy and Louis while Nolan sat on the side and pinpointed Ryleigh's location in an instant using the computer. "She's on Bridgeton Street."

At Bridgeton Street...

Ryleigh was woken up with a bucket of cold water that was poured onto her head. Half of her coat was soaked, and it was sticking to her body, causing her to feel bitterly cold.

She coughed a few times and subconsciously realized that her hands were tied behind her back and could not move. "You've woken up." A slightly familiar voice stunned her, and because it was too cold, she trembled from head to toe as she opened her eyelids.

The woman standing in front of her turned out to be Chenney,

Ryleigh's voice sounded hoarse, and she looked around immediately.

It looked like an undecorated commercial building. The walls were only layered with a layer of cement, the steel bars were clearly visible through the holes of the walls, and the huge and paneless French windows were dangling outside of the building. The wind got in through the windows, causing Ryleigh to feel so cold that her teeth started chattering. "Chenney... Why is it you?" Chenney looked at her expressionlessly." Why is it me? Actually, I didn't want to do so either."

Ryleigh was astonished.

'What does she mean?'

Chenney squatted down and pinched her jaw. "Do you know how hard and for how long I had worked to secure the spot back then?"

Ryleigh froze. Her lips turned pale, and she gnashed her lips and teeth. "It was you!?"

'I didn't believe it before this. I even thought that it shouldn't be her.'

Chenney sneered. "I'm left with no other choice. Mr. Lucas has found out what I did. Even Naomi's father has clarified the matter for you. You have carried the blame for 10 years, so why couldn't you continue carrying it!?"

"Chenney, I didn't think it was you..." Ryleigh's face turned pale.

Chenney let go of her hand and stood up." You and Naomi were the two who had the best grades back then, so the spot would only be given to either one of you.

"As such, I thought about what I could do in order to secure the spot. Do you know that I even went to Naomi and tried to talk her into working with me to drag you down? I told her that I'd compete with her fairly after you were eliminated from the competition. However, she wasn't willing to do so. She thought that I wasn't competent enough to go head-to-head with her, and you were the only one who could provide her with a decent challenge." Chenney scoffed. "So I could only eliminate Naomi from the equation first and then pin the whole incident on you. It was a plan that killed two birds with one stone as it made everyone think that you did so because you were competing for the quota. That was why I got the quota instead in the end."

Ryleigh only felt colder and colder. "So, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Chenney looked at her grimly. "Aren't you Mr. Lucas' fiancee? Since he won't let me go, and I can't do anything to him, I can only lay my fingers on you."

Ryleigh's expression changed slightly, and it instantly turned as pallid as a sheet of paper. Chenney laughed again. "He'll definitely not do anything to me as long as I have something on you, and he still cares about his fiancee's reputation."

"Chenney Campbell..." Ryleigh uttered with difficulty. "I've never thought about teaching at the Academy of Music, nor have I ever thought about taking your current achievements away from you."

"What would all this bullsh*t help resolve now!?" Chenney roared.

Ryleigh stopped breathing for a couple of seconds, obviously astounded by her.

Her eyes were bloodshot. "The both of you now know everything that you shouldn't know! Will you let this slide and let me off? Heh, I'm no fool!"

She then looked at the men standing behind her. "Why are you still standing over there? Take off her clothes!" Those men walked toward Ryleigh while the latter leaned backward subconsciously, "What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!"