"He went out to play."
Blunt, yet dismissive.
Essentially telling the two: Even if I know Michael Quinn's whereabouts, I won't give you any answers.
Nora Scott wasn't surprised, squinting her eyes, her voice cool and indifferent, "Save that for Sir Quinn."
Suddenly mentioning Bernardo Quinn, Joseph Sutton was momentarily stunned.
Nora Scott straightforwardly spelled it out, "Either tell us what you know, or we'll find Sir Quinn and sort this out face-to-face. Whether to call the police or something else, we'll decide then."
Joseph Sutton usually doesn't say much, but he's definitely not someone easily threatened.
If he doesn't want to talk, even if they turn their dorm upside down or tear down all of Fenton University, he wouldn't even blink.
Rumors and gossip mean nothing to him.
When it concerns Michael Quinn, only Bernardo Quinn can handle it.
Lowering his eyelids, Joseph Sutton looked at her with calm eyes and said, "You won't say anything."
