The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

at Dulana. “How would you like to handle this?”

Julius Hawley’s gaze grew colder, his eyes dark and intense as he glanced at Quiana,

“No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Hawley Quiana sat down her fork with a measured grace. “Hugo, show them out.”

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That afternoon, under the West Bridge.

It was only three o’clock, and the street vendors were sparse. Among them, a bright blue, covered tricycle stood out, but even more eye–catching was its

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Quiana was lying back on a recliner, her long legs wrapped in cargo pants, propped up casually on the tricycle’s edge. A baseball cap pulled tow shaded her lovely face.

Her presence radiated an aura of effortless confidence

Some passersby caught a glimpse of her and froze, then eagerly started chatting.

“Hey, isn’t that the woman from the viral video?”

“Quiana Levine?”

“I’d heard that the Larsons‘ daughter used to set up a stall under the bridge. Turns out it’s truel

“Wasn’t she arrested last night? How is she out here?”

“Did she escape?”

“Who escapes and then openly sets up a stall? is the for real?

Several people whipped out their phones, snapping and uploading photos online, quickly attracting attention.

Locals began flocking to the scene. A handful of reporters arrived, jostling for the front row.

“Ms. Levine, did you commit a crime that landed you in the police station last night, only to be released today?”

“Ms. Levine, didn’t you once claim to bom to fly high? Why you here selling phone cas

“Ms. Levine, is it true you’re Winona Larson’s twin?:

“Rumor has it you throw your weight around on set, leveraging Mr. Hawley’s influence to get your way, is that true?”

“Ms. Levine, aren’t you afraid of getting arrested for evading capture?”

“You are a criminal

“Excuse me, we’re not accepting Interviews.” Alina pushed her way through the crowd and finally reached Quiana. “Quiana, didn’t we agree at lunch to handle this discreetly? I’m begging you, can we please stop the stall for now?”

The rumors were spreading like wildfire, yet here Quiana was, lying back as if it were business as usual. It was absurd.

“Just wait,” Quiana muttered, typing on the phone before tossing it back. She reclined once more.

On Ins, Quiana just posted, [I’m under the West Bridge, calling all reporters.]