Chapter 699: Chapter 699: Having Feelings?
At this moment, Roman Kidd felt a bit panicked.
"July Quinn?"
He moved closer to the edge of the cliff, but all he could see was dense vegetation and a bottomless valley.
"July Quinn, stop joking around, come out!"
Could it be that she really fell?
Dead?
"July Quinn?"
After calling out several times, Roman Kidd hurriedly took out his phone, ready to report to the police and call for a rescue team.
Although he thought it might be better if July Quinn were gone from this world, so she wouldn’t come between Bianca White and Kyle Keaton.
But he couldn’t do it.
He had always walked the straight and narrow path and would never do this kind of sneaky thing.
There was also an even more important point, which he had vaguely sensed himself.
It seemed he couldn’t bear to lose July Quinn...
Yes!
Though unbelievable, it was a fact.
Just a moment ago, thinking that there would never be such an outspoken girl in the world again, his heart ached unbearably.
But isn’t July Quinn his cousin’s rival?
Why wouldn’t he want to let go of this troublesome woman?
Could it be because of that time she ambushed him, making him feel...
No!
That’s too ridiculous.
She’s so bad, how could he possibly have such thoughts about her?
As he was grappling with these questions, the police on the other side of the phone picked up.
Roman Kidd hurriedly said, "Is this the police station? I’m here..."
But before he could finish, a woman’s voice interrupted him.
"Don’t call, I’m coming up."
Roman Kidd turned back in astonishment and saw a pale hand appear at the edge of the cliff.
"Hey, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and give me a hand."
Under the woman’s urging, Roman Kidd snapped back to reality, quickly hung up the phone, and reached down to pull July Quinn up.
But when he saw July Quinn standing unharmed in front of him, Roman Kidd suddenly scolded, "Are you looking for trouble? How could you joke about something as serious as life and death?"
That’s right, seeing July Quinn unharmed, Roman Kidd assumed she had done it just to scare him.
"Would I joke with my own life to entertain you? You’re not that important, are you?"
July Quinn replied coldly, then added, "I actually did fall just now, and it took me quite an effort to climb back up. I’m helping you avoid being accused of murder, and yet you don’t show any gratitude, you even scold me?"
"Did you really fall?" Roman Kidd frowned.
The valley was bottomless, and yet July Quinn fell and climbed back up quickly?
But July Quinn ignored his doubts and simply stared at her hand, looking frustrated.
"Tsk, my nails broke from scraping the cliff. Shelly’s definitely going to fuss when she sees this."
Today’s outfit for July Quinn was all styled by Shelly Cole, and even her nails were done by her personally.
So she’s worried that with her nails suddenly ruined, Shelly would doubt the loyalty of their friendship.
Hearing July Quinn’s muttering, Roman Kidd looked at her fingernails as she did.
Almost none of the ten nails were unscathed, some were broken and bleeding, covered with a layer of dirt, and some were simply in a bloodied mess.
At that moment, Roman Kidd’s earlier belief that she definitely hadn’t fallen completely crumbled.
What on earth had July Quinn been through before that allowed her, after falling off a cliff, to behave as if nothing had happened, not worrying about her injuries, but rather about the manicure her friend had done for her?