Annelise Valentine said coldly, "Ezra Quinn, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair like your brother, you'd better tell me right now who put you up to this."
In that instant, the color drained from Ezra Quinn's face.
It was a subtle shift, but Annelise Valentine saw it.
'I already have my suspicions,' she thought, 'but I won't be satisfied until I hear him say it himself.'
Ezra Quinn strained his neck, trying to break free from Annelise Valentine's grip on his hair.
"What are you talking about? Who put us up to what?"
Annelise Valentine didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her grip.
"Ezra Quinn, how many years has the Quinn Family been trying to make it in the Veridia Scene? Your father's generation was crushed by the Patterson Family, and now that it's you and your brother's turn, you can't even get the scraps."
"So what happened? Suddenly you've wised up? Suddenly you know how to orchestrate a scheme?"
