Mr. Vinson prided himself on his expansive connections and wide circle in La Serena, knowing people from all walks of life, even more so than Amadeus Yancey.
So when Nathalie Quinlan ntioned she had found soone, his interest was piqued, and he propped his chin on his hand to ask.
"Jaycent Kingsley."
Upon hearing this na, Sadam Vinson: "..."
He was stunned, and Govert Griffin, who ca with him, was even more dumbfounded. Jaycent Kingsley? It couldn’t be the Jaycent Kingsley he was thinking of, could it?
Nathalie Quinlan, having almost finished eating, casually placed her hand on the chair, her sitting posture quite bold and not thinking the person she ntioned was anything special, almost as casual as talking about so random Mr. Wang next door: "He got bored with stock trading before and studied law part-ti. He’s like a semi-lawyer."
The muscles on Sadam Vinson’s face stiffened to the extre.
What the heck, Jaycent Kingsley a semi-lawyer???
Jaycent Kingsley, the person, was most famously known for stock trading, hailed as the dostic Buffett, and his achievents in the legal field ca next.
It is said that Jaycent Kingsley never lost a case he took on!
Such a remarkable person was rely an amateur lawyer in Nathalie Quinlan’s words, not even a full lawyer but just a semi-one!
Sadam Vinson: "..."
Govert Griffin, sharp as ever, after hearing Nathalie Quinlan ntion Jaycent Kingsley, imdiately glanced at Amadeus Yancey to see his reaction. Seeing the man with no particular reaction, still helping Nathalie heat beef rolls, he silently reassured himself.
If Amadeus was not concerned, it seed that this Jaycent Kingsley was probably just a friend of Ms. Quinlan or sothing.
However, even a friend was soone of Jaycent Kingsley’s caliber.
Govert Griffin’s eyelids twitched, his look at the girl beca sowhat complex.
Originally, when Mr. Vinson told him, it wasn’t like this; he said that Amadeus had a sister from McKinney who needed their help to keep an eye on her.
This person with terrifying connections, needing him to look after her???
He’d rather cling onto her coattails!
Just then, his phone lit up with a new ssage in the group. Soone was trying to set up a dinner with Caryn Zachmann. He silently muted the group notifications, pretending he didn’t see it, and flipped his phone back onto the table.
Sadam Vinson was only dazed for a few seconds, soon snapping back to reality. He didn’t gossip or pry further, but sat up a bit more straight, with a serious expression: "Right, Nathalie, how do you plan to handle this matter? Just by suing them?"
Having Ghania Quinlan sit in jail for three years just seed too lenient for those people.
According to him, it’d be best to take care of Myles Sullivan and the others as well.
Nathalie Quinlan, with an arm on the chair and sitting sideways, her expression loose and casual, glanced at her phone which lit up at this mont.
Two ssages ca in simultaneously.
She picked up her phone.
One was a reply from Silvania Ingram, saying the gift had already been sent by Jethro Yapiter.
The other was from Emilia Sullivan.
A McKinney number.
It must be Emilia Sullivan’s new phone number in McKinney.
The ssage was filled with righteous indignation, accusing her of being ungrateful and a viper, living off the Quinlan Family for over a decade, climbing up by leveraging their connection to Pinecone Group, and then opposing them in every way after achieving success, saying she was unjust to Ghania Quinlan and they would never bow down to her ’evil power’.
Nathalie Quinlan patiently read through the text ssage, her pupils intensely dark, containing her temper, but the last trace of emotion in her eyes faded away.
She didn’t reply to Emilia Sullivan, instead, she imdiately blocked the phone number, and then sent a ssage to Silvania Ingram.
She wouldn’t do much to the Quinlan Family, but the benefits they’ve smugly enjoyed over so many years, she demanded they cough it all up this ti!
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