Once she got back to Beijing, she would be sowhat impacted by this incident, at least feeling a little embarrassed in front of her colleagues and the principal.
She had truly never expected Nathalie Quinlan to be so capable—arranging a friend’s lodging and even getting the Vice President of the IT Association to personally deliver information...
She was now sowhat regretting listening to Adelle Wafford’s words and being so hostile towards Nathalie Quinlan.
Initially, she was just doing research, and the grudges between the Clinical Departnt and Chinese dicine had nothing to do with her. Only after hearing Adelle Wafford speak poorly of Nathalie Quinlan, accusing her of lacking integrity and disrespecting teachers, did she get involved to stand up for her friend and consistently target her opponent.
Now, her face had been taphorically slapped, as the saying goes.
In others’ eyes, she beca the kind of teacher who couldn’t tolerate students.
Stella Iversen was asking her about Nathalie Quinlan’s background.
She looked up to see people approaching from the elevator—a man and a woman. She didn’t recognize the woman, but the middle-aged man looked vaguely familiar from financial newspapers.
As the two approached closer.
Stella Iversen instantly recognized them—Cubicle Group’s CEO??
Why had they co here?
She hadn’t even fully grasped what Adelle Wafford was trying to explain over the phone, her head buzzing as she watched Charles Quarles walk past her directly towards room 3306, adjusting his suit before turning to the girl who bore so resemblance to him and whispering with caution, "When you et them, speak nicely, hold back your usual temper, don’t offend anyone. The person inside is not soone we can afford to offend, understand?"
Cubicle Group was a leading enterprise in the IT industry, even among the top 500 overseas—a major group that wouldn’t dare pressure the IT Association over a chip technology, forcing them to accuse their school’s research team of academic theft.
Such people were standing outside room 3306, saying Nathalie Quinlan was soone they couldn’t afford to offend.
Stella Iversen was stunned.
Standing there in a daze, her hands hanging down her side, she irritably hung up Adelle Wafford’s phone call.
What kind of background did this freshman of the Chinese dicine departnt at their school have??
Up to now, the people surrounding her had begun to exceed her decades of understanding!
Nathalie Quinlan?
Isn’t she from McKinney?
*
Inside room 3306, Wallace Radcliff and others were still questioning Nathalie Quinlan about the chip.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Alfred Garland brought out several cups of tea, placing one in front of everyone, then set the tray down and hurried to the door: "Who is it, I’ll get the door."
As soon as the door opened.
Charles Quarles and he were both taken aback.
Charles Quarles did not expect the person inside to be so young, and Alfred Garland was simply surprised to see Evelyn Quarles.
He rembered Evelyn Quarles’ arrogant and domineering manner during the dical competition; he and Sadam Vinson, along with Govert Griffin and a few others, had watched. Of course, he also rembered how Evelyn Quarles had her face trounced by Nathalie Quinlan, her red-faced and thick-necked anger accompanied by Master Carlo with a dark face, exhibiting a sore loser’s deanor.
Charles Quarles knew nothing of these things.
He curiously peeked inside, then restrained himself and pulled back his line of sight, asking with courteous politeness: "Hello, may I ask if you are Ms. Quinlan..."
The hotel registration information was strange; it did not include the guest’s details, only a surna Qiao, without even registering the gender.
Incredibly mysterious.
Completely out of the Golden Pavilion Hotel’s style.
Thus, he was not sure if the young man before him was the person he was looking for.
As soon as Alfred Garland heard ’Ms. Quinlan’, he imdiately turned back and called out to the person inside: "Ms. Quinlan, soone is looking for you."
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