All those photos were pixelated. Yara Quillan had studied them carefully—the person in them wasn't her at all. That was precisely why she had the courage to step forward.
While she didn't know how she got the hickeys on her body, she was certain that the fake photos being passed off as her were a deliberate attempt by someone to completely destroy her.
"Tinger, you just said you went on a trip. Can you provide any proof that the person in those photos isn't you?" another reporter asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
Yara Quillan offered a small, appreciative smile. "You've hit on the key point," she said. "Technology is quite advanced these days. Feel free to check the immigration records. You'll surely find that I left the country that very night."
She had come here ready for a fight, so how could Yara Quillan possibly be unprepared?
