Chapter 77
Mandy opened her mouth but was speechless. Simon’s face darkened.
A crowd of thousands stood silently, faces painted with disbelief.
Maxon simply waited, his gaze on Quiana, as if her response was the only thing that mattered,
Quiana’s fingers tapped idly on a p
on a phone case on her stall. After a moment, she tossed it into a box and turned to Quinn. “I’ll leave this to you,”
Quinn nodded. “What about you?”
Standing up, Quiana dusted off her hands. “Closing up.”
Maxon blinked. “And Winona?”
Ignoring him, Quiana lightly tapped the shoulder of the still–stunned Alina. “Snap out of it. Holp me pack up?
Maxon, watching her nonchalant movements, seemed to understand and gestured to Grant to lend a hand.
Then, the reporters were still in a daze and watched.
To everyone’s astonishment, a group of uniformed officers started assisting Quiana with packing her stall. Even the notoriously stoic Maxon bent down to help
Quiana smirked at their helpfulness, tossing her tricycle keys to Maxon. “Return this for me, will you?”
The chief himself? Driving her tricycle?
Grant’s mouth twitched as he reached for the keys. “I can handle it, Chiet
“I’ve got it.” Mason handed his cap and jacket to Grant before climbing onto the tricycle.
Maxon rode the vehicle a few paces, then stopped and leaned out. “Dinner tonight?”
Quiana raised a brow, “Sure.”
“I’ll send you the address for the event.” Grinning, Maxon started up the tricycle and drove off.
Who had ever seen Maxon like this?
‘t just the crowd. Even his officers were left speechless.
It wasn’t just
Did. our chief get swapped out?”
Every eye in the vicinity turned to Quiana, their expressions a mix of confusion and awe
With a lollipop in her mouth, Quiana strolled away as casually as if nothing unusual had just happened.
“Holy hell!” Zack exclaimed, eyes wide. “Quiana, what’s your background?”
Quiana cocked her head, flashing a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you find out?”
It was as if Zack could ever dig deep enough to get to the bottom of it.
Julius moved his wheelchair beside her, his voice warm. “Let me give you a ride.”
Simon, Mandy, and Winona had come here today intending to distance Quiana from the Larson family, hoping to send her straight to the authorities
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Winona, in particular, had come just to witness Qulana’s downfall.
Yet now, the three stood in shock, speechless, their faces reflecting a mix of frustration, disbelief, and dread.
The reactions online were exploding.
Who the hell said Quiana Levine was a fugitive on the run?]
Is this how they treat a fugitive?
[Holy crap! Quiana is a forensic examiner?]
[They pulled out all the stops just to clear up a rumor today has seriously blown my mind!]
No one could have predicted such a twist.
Those eagerly waiting for Quiana to be arrested and sentenced were left speechless, one by one.
That night, at Clear River Residence.
In a private room on the third floor large enough to hold a hundred, Quiana stopped in, and thirty or so people immediately rose.
“Quiana.”
“Teacher.”
“Ms. Levinel”
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Among them were Maxon, Daniel, Quinn, and Grant.
“Whoa!” The enthusiastic greetings startled Zack, who trailed in behind.
Quiana frowned. “Why so many people?”
“They all wanted to meet you,” Maxon explained, standing up and pulling out the main seat for her. “And I wanted to introduce you formally.”
Quiana’s dark brows arched, eyes like polished glass, with a razor–sharp glint in her gaze.
Dressed in a white T–shirt, black cargo pants, and short boots, Quiana looked like a portrait come to life–cool fierce, and with an unyielding aura that demanded respect.
Even Maxon was so respectful, and the younger officers were visibly on edge, worried their presence might annoy her.
Quiana casually glanced over them before sitting down with a laid–back confidence.
