Mateo Gordon, relying on his usual good relationship with Caryn Zachmann, fiddled with the earring on his ear, his face showing a bit of embarrassnt from overindulgence, and said, "I brought so friends over to celebrate your entry into The Ninth Institute."
"..." Caryn Zachmann looked at the full room, her face turning even uglier, as if she’d been slapped in public, her throat seed constrained by a large hand, preventing her from making any sound.
She didn’t speak, but her reaction and expression betrayed her.
Even soone as slow-witted as Mateo Gordon could see sothing was wrong with her expression, and he was imdiately dumbfounded, exclaiming in shock, "Ms. Zachmann, you didn’t fail the assessnt, did you?"
As soon as he said this, everyone else in the room looked at Caryn Zachmann, regardless of what they were doing.
Nadya Tucker also put down her red wine glass, looking with interest in Caryn Zachmann’s direction, suppressing the mockery in her eyes.
Hmm, did she really guess correctly?
Caryn Zachmann, who had been strutting around Beijing for so long, finally had a big fall this ti?
"You really didn’t pass the assessnt? This...this is unscientific." Mateo Gordon’s bloated dough-like face was filled with shock and surprise, his voice loud: "Ms. Zachmann, how could you not pass The Ninth Institute’s assessnt? Didn’t you ask Amadeus and them? I thought with your capability there would be no problem, I even gathered everyone to throw a celebration party for you, thinking we missed the chance last ti, we could make it up to you this ti...this..."
He foolishly and anxiously explained, "Ms. Zachmann, I didn’t an it."
"It’s nothing." Caryn Zachmann, having been embarrassed by his chattering, did not expect Mateo Gordon to be so foolish and lacking in discernnt.
Anyone with clear eyes could see she was already very embarrassed, yet he continued to lant and explain; under such circumstances, it would have been better not to.
Having seen big events, Caryn Zachmann was embarrassed for a mont; facing a roomful of people who ca to celebrate her, she spoke with restraint and tolerance: "I didn’t expect to fail either; I heard soone was pulling strings behind the scenes which led to this outco."
She took a deep breath, acting gracefully, then smiled, saying: "Anyway, failing the assessnt shows I have room for improvent. Master Cadmus’s laboratory isn’t only recruiting this once, I’ll just try harder next ti."
Even Mateo Gordon could tell she had an underlying aning in her words, imdiately frowning and asking her: "Who is it, who’s ssing with you behind the scenes?"
Caryn Zachmann pressed her lips together, shook her head, "Forget it, after all, it’s a relative, I didn’t want to hold a grudge."
Mateo Gordon imdiately understood who she was referring to.
He sneered, wanting to stand up for Caryn Zachmann: "So it’s her? What is she, really thinking she’s part of this circle? Damn, does she really dare to provoke Ms. Zachmann? She needs to be put in place!"
Caryn Zachmann herself didn’t seem to care, even admonished Mateo Gordon: "Alright, I already said I’m not holding a grudge. Let it be, I’ll take the exam again next ti."
Mateo Gordon remained silent, seeing Caryn Zachmann comfort herself after being humiliated by soone else, feeling more unsettled inside, a hard expression briefly showing in his eyes.
Nathalie Quinlan, right?
Hick from McKinney.
You think just because you have a slightly pretty face, sucking up to Mr. Vinson and them, being recognized as Mr. Vinson’s god-sister, you can wander in front of Amadeus, that you’re part of their circle.
Daring to provoke even Ms. Zachmann, he thought Nathalie Quinlan needed a lesson!
Mateo Gordon’s face turned gloomy, not saying the word revenge.
But Nadya Tucker noticed the anomaly on his face from the corner, couldn’t help but wrinkle her Willow Leaf Eyebrow, hesitating for a mont.
Just in case, she still edited a ssage and sent a text ssage to Govert Griffin.
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