With a protective stance, Quinn positioned herself in front of the group, her arms outstretched. Fear was evident in her trembling shoulders, yet she stood her ground, shielding Abigail.


    The crowd interpreted her actions as a sign ofplicity, which only served to fuel their anger. The grieving family, their rage heightened, sought to push Quinn aside.


    However, Quinn was quicker. In a state of panic, she pushed one of the men away. She used all her strength, causing him to stumble backward into the arms of those behind him."Believe you can get away with murder, do you?" A man''s hand swung towards Quinn.


    Instinctively, she raised her arm to block the blow, but Abigail was faster. She seized the man''s wrist and pped his face with a force reminiscent of a whip''s crack. The impact left him as stunned as Getty had been in the past. However, this action of Abigail''s stirred the ho''s nest even further."Believe you''re above thew, do you? Let''s bury these two as retribution for our family!" The crowd''s roar echoed as they charged forward.


    Without hesitation, Quinn wrapped her arms around Abigail, using her body as a shield. After all they had been through, she couldn''t bear the thought of Abigail getting hurt again. It was her only clear thought amidst the chaos. Abigail''s face, previously numb, now disyed a mix of anger and touched gratitude. She quickly pulled Quinn behind her and retrieved a copsible baton from the motorcycle''s saddlebag. As the baton extended with a menacing swoosh, a cold gust swept through the crowd."So, you see me as a murderer? Well, one murder is as good as a hundred. If you''re so eager to join your family, step right up," Abigail sneered.Abigail, who had been worshipped all her life, possessed a straightforward character and never shied away from a fight.


    Her innate authority radiated from her, intimidating everyone present. The crowd thought they could overpower her due to their numbers, but deep down, theycked the courage to kill. However, they were convinced that Abigail, the rebel heiress, wouldn''t hesitate to draw blood.


    The mob''s would-be leader faltered, bluffing, "You''ve got no respect for thew! The police station is right across the street. You think you can just get away with murder?"""We''ll see if I can. Why don''t you test me?" Abigail retorted defiantly.


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    But who would dare take that risk? The crowd was at a standoff, none bold enough to step forward yet unwilling to retreat. The stalemate was broken by the sound of police sirens. After all, causing a ruckus right in front of a police station was bound to draw attention."What''s going on here?" amanding voice barked, scattering the crowd.


    An officer spotted the weapon in Abigail''s grip. Quinn subtly slid closer, hoping to somehow conceal the baton. In the end, they were all hauled into the police station.


    The agitators demanded justice, even though the perpetrators behind the devastated vehicles had already been apprehended, and the Vanderbilt family had paid the damages to settle the matter.But spurred on by the online uproar, they were looking to cash in even more. Fortunately, Abigail had managed to restrain herself, but they still needed someone to bail them out.


    Quinn sat tensely on the bench, dreading Alexander''s reaction if he found out she''d sought out Abigail and got mixed up in amotion.Quinn shut her eyes. She couldn''t bear to think about it. The situation had spiraled far beyond what she had anticipated.As the turmoil churned inside her, a familiar voice cut through her dread."My apologies for themotion, folks," the voice said."No trouble at all, just doing my job. But your littledy looks so quiet and well-behaved, yet she stood her ground against some tough characters. No wonder people say you can''t judge a book by its cover."