The Untouchable Ex-Wife

"How brave!" Quinton let go of the man and sized Gina up. "If that's the case, why don't you come and take his place? I'll punish you instead for bullying Joanne."Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

'Mister, what... what are you trying to do? Let's talk it out!" Gina retreated a few steps, looking at him in horror. He was handsome and dangerous... She was afraid of him, but also wanted to know more about him. "I'm Ms. Garcia's colleague and friend. I don't see her as my enemy," Gina said quickly, seeing how Quinton was defending Joanne.

Quinton, however, could tell she was lying because she didn't sound sincere at all. He figured she was the reason why these people were attacking Joanne, and his lip curled in disgust. "Friend?" Quinton turned to Joanne. "Tell me... Is she really your friend?"

Joanne smoothed her messy hair and glared at him coldly. "It's none of your business. Get out and stop making a scene; you're disrupting classes."

Quinton turned back and spread his hands, a wicked grin on his face. "See? She didn't say you're her friend. I'm guessing you're the one who backstabbed her... There's no way these people would know about her background otherwise."

"No, I didn't do that! The parents found out on their own. Ms. Garcia is the class teacher, so they just want to know her qualifications and background. I'm Ms. Garcia's friend... Please believe me!" Gina stammered, looking pale.

'There's only one way to prove you're her friend," Quinton said slowly as he took out his butterfly knife and rested the blade on Gina's cheek. "Hey, do you think you'd look good with a scar on your face?"

"No, please don't!" Gina's legs felt like jelly, and her body trembled as she fought back tears. She didn't dare move, afraid the knife would cut her skin.

"What are you afraid of? Aren't you curious how she got so many scars? I could give you some too to enjoy." A dangerous smile curved Quinton's lips. He looked like a predator toying with its prey.

"No, I... I'm not curious about her scars. I'll never look at her scars again. Please let me go!" Gina cried and begged Quinton. If she knew that Joanne had such a crazy man supporting her, she would have never provoked her in the first place.

"Didn't you say she's your friend? If you don't want a scar on your face, beg her. If she agrees to let you go, I'll do it, *Quinton murmured, a playful smirk on his handsome face.

"... ..." Gina swallowed, and reluctantly begged Joanne, "Ms. Garcia, I'm sorry. Please... help me!"