Xaviera Evans' gaze floated towards Quinn Powell, and everyone seemed to understand something, looking towards Quinn one after another.
Quinn's thin body trembled violently, fear surged like a tidal wave, tightly wrapping her body, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Xaviera! This bitch!
Robert Powell and Jacob Powell in the audience saw Quinn trembling all over and frowned in distress, while Madam Powell clenched her teeth with hatred, wishing she could rush forward and slap Xaviera across the face.
Quinn slowly raised her eyes, her eyes filled with tears, tears flowing down like broken beads, "Miss Cynthia, this matter has nothing to do with me, why... why do you suspect me?"
"Miss Powell." Xaviera chuckled: "I didn't say this matter has anything to do with you, did I? What are you hurrying to explain?"
Quinn gasped, a chill rising from her back, her blood seemed to congeal.
