She lowered her head, scrolling through her phone.
When she saw the contents of the VCR, her heartbeat quickened with every passing second. Blood surged to her head, her face turned green, and she nearly lost her balance.
"Mom, do you know Stephanie Tanzil?"
Caryn Zachmann didn’t expect the TV station to release the VCR from Lighten Chaser at this mont. She was both angry and anxious, almost suffocating.
Celine Tucker finally snapped back to reality, her eyes unfocused, looking completely puzzled: "Where would I have t Stephanie Tanzil?"
Stephanie Tanzil, like Candice Yancey, was a strong woman in the workplace. Even in this circle, it was only Candice Yancey who held a rank slightly higher than Stephanie Tanzil.
Others could only try to curry their favor when dealing with these two.
At most, she could mingle with socialites and famous ladies from the circle, or get in touch with people like Ivy Wilmar, who loved ostentation.
Stephanie Tanzil?
She truly had never interacted with her.
The main issue was that her status didn’t reach Stephanie’s level!
"Are you saying this Twitter post was sent by Stephanie Tanzil herself?" Celine finally understood a bit and beca visibly agitated, unable to calm down.
"Yeah. The TV station is overseen by Stephanie Tanzil. If she didn’t approve, no one would dare to release the video. Even if she didn’t post the VCR herself, it was only released with her authorization."
"How could this be?" Celine’s eyes lost focus again, still unable to fully grasp it: "Why would she help Nathalie Quinlan?"
Clearly, everyone belongs to the sa social stratum.
"..."
Caryn said nothing, clutching her phone tightly as the topic on Twitter kept gaining traction. She felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar and couldn’t utter a single word.
*
After Nathalie left the old house, Mr. Zachmann planned to return to the nursing ho.
Today’s events had drained him of energy. At the mont, he appeared extrely fatigued, sickly, and entirely devoid of vitality.
"Dad, let take you back," Stanley Zachmann said, pushing his wheelchair toward the Range Rover parked outside, then stopped as he spoke with concern: "I’ll take you back, and have the doctor examine you again."
Mr. Zachmann raised his brows slightly, looking relatively fine, and dismissed him with a wave of his hand: "No need. I know my own body; it’s not that bad. Anyway, no matter how much they examine , the outco won’t change. At least I’m spared from their fussing."
Mr. Zachmann had always been in poor health. Living in the nursing ho ensured imdiate dical assistance in case of sudden issues like arrhythmia.
Lately, he felt his health had improved quite a bit. He was less prone to illnesses than before—he rarely even caught colds anymore.
Thinking about this, Mr. Zachmann lifted his gaze, softening his expression as he looked at the girl walking behind them. He beckoned her with a gentle wave and called out: "Nathalie, co here."
Nathalie was holding her phone with one hand, replying to Stephanie Tanzil’s ssage on Line. Stephanie had ntioned sothing Shawn Norton had previously brought up to her.
Stephanie wanted her to compose a the song for a sports project.
Previously, she hadn’t agreed but hadn’t outright refused either.
She had just seen the VCR posted by the TV station on Twitter. Without even thinking, she knew who was responsible for it. Regardless of whether Amadeus Yancey had asked Stephanie Tanzil for help or not, the key point was that Stephanie had released the VCR, and she’d done so using the verified account.
Because of this, Nathalie now owed Stephanie a favor.
Nathalie felt a bit annoyed.
In her view, repaying money was easy; repaying a favor was hard.
It was like refusing Leonardy Zachmann’s two million dollars—even now, she ended up owing Stephanie Tanzil. The favor wasn’t huge, but Stephanie still stepped in to help her.
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