"I... How would I know?" Atwood was dead set against admitting it.
Hilary said coldly, "You would not know?"
She got up from the ground and yelled at those watching the fun, "Get out of here!"
"Nuts." Someone snorted disdainfully and went back to the room.
Everyone found it pointless and went to their own rooms.
Hilary grabbed Atwood's collar, "I'm telling you, if you don't make this clear, I will never spare you!"
"You won't spare me? What can you do to me?" He looked like he was a victim too, "I really don't know what's going on here. I obviously asked Mr. James to stay at this ..." As he spoke, he met Amanda's eyes, and then he hurriedly shut up.
But it still made Amanda suspicious. She said coldly, "Atwood, you've been pestering me to come upstairs, so you're deliberately putting on this show for me to misunderstand Joan?"
"I ..." Atwood was awkward and tried to explain, "I really don't know what's going on."
At this point, he had no choice but to deny it.
"You're lying. How could you not know?" Hilary seemed to understand something too.
"It's not actually Stanford in this room in the first place, but this foreigner. You wanted to set Stanford up with his ex-girlfriend, so first, you had to sabotage Stanford's ex-girlfriend's affection for this man who seemed to like her so that Stanford could pursue his ex-girlfriend again, right?"
Atwood was still denying, "I... I don't know. What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand."
"You don't understand? I've never been so embarrassed. You are the one who made me lose face in front of so many people. Atwood, I'm not done with you. And it's okay if you don't admit it. I'll get to the bottom of it. If I find out that you lied to me and played me, I will not let you off the hook. I'm telling you, I'm not easy to mess with either!" After saying that, Hilary turned around and left. Probably because she was walking too fast, she didn't step on her heels and broke her foot, "Ah!"
A stinging pain came from her ankle and she fell again as her knees went weak and her body tilted to the side. As she fell, she heard a stabbing sound. Her skirt was splitting.
Atwood laughed out loud.
Hilary turned her head to glare at him. Atwood immediately stopped smiling, took his jacket off, and handed it to her, "Wrap it around your waist."
"No need!" Lee gritted her teeth.
Atwood didn't force her, "If you're not afraid of losing face, then you don't need it."
Her skirt was already short, and now it was splitting. Her underwear was showing, so there was no way she could walk.
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