He had just begun to speak when the girl’s clear-cut black and white eyes turned towards him, her gaze resting on him felt like needles on his back.
"Did the Tsinghua University research team steal your results?"
"This..." The other party spoke with a calm tone, but Charles Quarles couldn’t fathom what he ant.
Nathalie Quinlan answered for him: "That is to say, the Tsinghua University research team did not steal your results."
Her thin eyelids lifted, revealing attractive eyes with slightly upturned corners. Even leaning against the doorknob, she exuded a sowhat wicked deanor.
Quite arrogant.
Not holding back whatsoever.
Her eyes, black as the night and deep, turned once again towards the middle-aged man standing before her, clearly uncomfortable, "Then what have you co to discuss with ?"
In just three sentences, she had blocked all the points Charles Quarles had planned to make.
This was the first ti he had encountered such a challenging situation. His brows furrowed unconsciously and his voice was mild, implying an overall pleasant temperant.
"No, it’s like this. Mr. @ilovebeingskinny from the Red Alliance ntioned he would help us in this matter and fight for our group’s rights. You must be quite familiar with the IT industry, chip technology has always been a tough nut to crack, and under normal circumstances, how could a university research team make a breakthrough in current chip problems and succeed in developing a microchip nearly identical to our company’s?"
As he spoke, his speech beca sowhat smoother, his confidence seed to build, and his slightly hunched back straightened up a bit, hinting at his usual assertive style in the outside world.
"Moreover, Zenla didn’t have this technology before, and suddenly they produce a chip identical to our group’s, it’s hard for not to suspect the possibility of academic theft..."
Having said his piece, Charles Quarles adopted a gentle and refined expression, his deanor becoming respectful again, his voice smooth.
"Our relationship with the Red Alliance has always been good, and our daughter is about to join them as well— we are practically family..."
Evelyn Quarles, upon hearing herself ntioned, bit her red lips, her beautiful eyes struggling to accept that the occupant of room 3306 was actually Nathalie Quinlan.
She strained her lips into a smile, following her father’s advice before coming here—now was the ti to step forward and communicate well, to play the card of sentint.
But at this mont... Evelyn Quarles, looking at the girl’s stunning and eye-catching face, felt as though her throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a word.
Asking Nathalie Quinlan for help? Was she out of her mind?
She couldn’t do it!
Managing not to tear into Nathalie Quinlan was already an achievent, how could she possibly debase herself to ask for help?
Charles Quarles gave her several suggestive glances to which Evelyn Quarles stood like a statue, as if blind to his hints, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Charles Quarles felt his blood rush to his head in anger, his face alternating between green and white, struggling to restrain himself, trying not to cause a scene in front of Nathalie Quinlan. He could only withdraw his gaze, take a deep breath, and continue his solo performance: "Mr. John from the Arbitration Committee called saying the Red Alliance had approached them to obtain so-called proof from Tsinghua University’s research team, could there be so misunderstanding here?"
While speaking, Charles Quarles also kept an eye on the girl’s subtle facial expressions, hoping to discern sothing from them.
He had expected the person who opened the door to be a mature middle-aged man, or even an elder.
But it turned out Nathalie Quinlan was a girl around the sa age as Evelyn Quarles.
Looking at her, she might still be a student.
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