They had prepared for a tough fight before they arrived.
But they hadn’t even rolled up their sleeves to start.
It seed like the problem was resolved just like that, effortlessly.
What’s going on?
Another professor was equally surprised, showing a face that took quite a while to recover, his expression complex: "Yeah, Nathalie said a friend ntioned soone would co up for the docunts. I thought it was just a regular mber of the IT association, but it turned out to be the vice president of the association."
"And from what they suggested, it seems like Nathalie’s friend has a powerful background, even the IT association and the Arbitration Committee have to give him face. This..."
The guy looked all slack and sleazy, like so little hooligan, and wasn’t old either. To think he had such a background in the Illegal Zone.
It’s too unbelievable!
The key question is how does Nathalie, a freshman, know such a person?
Not only were the few of them puzzled, Jackson Wafford, who was being questioned, couldn’t figure it out either. He rubbed his forehead, took a long while to calm down a bit, and said, "I don’t know. It’s good that it’s resolved; no need to think too much."
As for how Nathalie knew soone like @ilovebeingskinny and had such big face.
He didn’t know either. Nor did he dare to think deeply!
After all, thinking about the people around Nathalie, none of them made sense to him!
Once he said so, the professors from Tsinghua University didn’t press further, but they all saw surprise and shock in each other’s eyes.
Stella Iversen alone stood there, holding a business card in her hand, still full of disbelief.
The business card, still warm in her hand, was gold-plated, squarely shaped, very formal, and the English na on it was clear — Vice President of the IT Association!
She took a deep breath, feeling her lungs fill with cold air, sharp pain in her airways, making a rush of heat appear on her face out of nowhere.
It was scorching hot.
As if she had been slapped across the face.
She was almost speechless, with no more questions to ask.
But before she ca, Adelle Wafford had told her, saying that the Chinese dicine freshman was just an ordinary high school student from McKinney, other than having okay grades, having no real talents, a loner, unpleasant, and had no friends around...
*
In the business suite across from Jackson Wafford.
The girl casually tossed her single shoulder bag onto the tea table, and sat down on the sofa, stretching her legs out lazily onto the tea table.
"Did the person you called go?"
"They went." @ilovebeingskinny followed her, politely helped to close the door, and seeing her flopping down on the sofa boldly, he started to get used to it. He then walked in, touched his earlobe, flaunting dazzling purple hair around the room: "Took all the docunts away."
He had just received a phone call from soone in the IT association, @ilovebeingskinny sat down on another sofa himself, tilted his head, and with a face full of confusion said, "But boss, why are you ddling in this matter? Even taking a special trip just for this?"
Nathalie was just pulling out her phone, glanced down, a ssage from Amadeus had just co in, asking if she had arrived.
Her slender fingers touched the phone, replying to the ssage at high speed.
Once she was done replying to the WhatsApp ssage, Nathalie looked up, t the young man’s eager eyes, paused for a second, changed her leg’s position slightly, and casually replied: "Nothing much."
@ilovebeingskinny was even more puzzled: "Nothing much and you still made a special trip??"
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