Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 734

Nolan grabbed her by her shoulders. “Don’t worry. Give me her number, and I’ll locate her as you call
Quincy for me.”

Maisie nodded.

She contacted Quincy and Louis while Nolan sat on the side and pinpointed Ryleigh’s location in an
instant using the computer. “She’s on Bridgeton Street.”

At Bridgeton Street…

Ryleigh was woken up with a bucket of cold water that was poured onto her head. Half of her coat was
soaked, and it was sticking to her body, causing her to feel bitterly cold.

She coughed a few times and subconsciously realized that her hands were tied behind her back and
could not move. “You’ve woken up.” A slightly familiar voice stunned her, and because it was too cold,
she trembled from head to toe as she opened her eyelids.

The woman standing in front of her turned out to be Chenney,

Ryleigh’s voice sounded hoarse, and she looked around immediately.

It looked like an undecorated commercial building. The walls were only layered with a layer of cement,
the steel bars were clearly visible through the holes of the walls, and the huge and paneless French
windows were dangling outside of the building. The wind got in through the windows, causing Ryleigh to
feel so cold that her teeth started chattering. “Chenney… Why is it you?” Chenney looked at her
expressionlessly.” Why is it me? Actually, I didn’t want to do so either.”

Ryleigh was astonished.



‘What does she mean?’

Chenney squatted down and pinched her jaw. “Do you know how hard and for how long I had worked to
secure the spot back then?”

Ryleigh froze. Her lips turned pale, and she gnashed her lips and teeth. “It was you!?”

‘I didn’t believe it before this. I even thought that it shouldn’t be her.’

Chenney sneered. “I’m left with no other choice. Mr. Lucas has found out what I did. Even Naomi’s father
has clarified the matter for you . You have carried the blame for 10 years, so why couldn’t you continue
carrying it!?”

“Chenney, I didn’t think it was you…” Ryleigh’s face turned pale.





Chenney let go of her hand and stood up.” You and Naomi were the two who had the best grades back
then, so the spot would only be given to either one of you.

“As such, I thought about what I could do in order to secure the spot. Do you know that I even went to
Naomi and tried to talk her into working with me to drag you down? I told her that I’d compete with her
fairly after you were eliminated from the competition. However, she wasn’t willing to do so. She thought
that I wasn’t competent enough to go head-to-head with her, and you were the only one who could
provide her with a decent challenge.” Chenney scoffed. “So I could only eliminate Naomi from the
equation first and then pin the whole incident on you. It was a plan that killed two birds with one stone as
it made everyone think that you did so because you were competing for the quota. That was why I got
the quota instead in the end.”



Ryleigh only felt colder and colder. “So, what do you want to do?”

“What do I want to do?” Chenney looked at her grimly. “Aren’t you Mr. Lucas’ fiancee? Since he won’t let
me go, and I can’t do anything to him, I can only lay my fingers on you.”

Ryleigh’s expression changed slightly, and it instantly turned as pallid as a sheet of paper. Chenney
laughed again. “He’ll definitely not do anything to me as long as I have something on you, and he still
cares about his fiancee’s reputation.”

“Chenney Campbell…” Ryleigh uttered with difficulty. “I’ve never thought about teaching at the Academy
of Music, nor have I ever thought about taking your current achievements away from you.”

“What would all this bullsh*t help resolve now!?” Chenney roared.

Ryleigh stopped breathing for a couple of seconds, obviously astounded by her.

Her eyes were bloodshot. “The both of you now know everything that you shouldn’t know! Will you let
this slide and let me off? Heh, I’m no fool!”

She then looked at the men standing behind her. “Why are you still standing over there? Take off her
clothes!” Those men walked toward Ryleigh while the latter leaned backward subconsciously, “What do
you think you’re doing? Don’t touch me!”


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