"Alright." Valencia Jett heard her saying she won’t bother and couldn’t help but smile.
Her face looked ordinary, the kind you couldn’t pick out in a crowd, yet the corners of her eyes carried an arrogance, different from Caryn and the others.
The arrogance in Valencia Jett ca naturally from her own capabilities, a control that seed more aggressive and ruthless compared to the nurtured arrogance of Caryn Zachmann’s family.
Compared to her, Caryn seed like a flower grown in a greenhouse; the two were incomparable.
"You say you won’t bother, so you won’t," Valencia Jett didn’t care about the Zachmann Group and anyone from the Zachmann Family. She only brought up the Zachmann Family repeatedly for Nathalie Quinlan’s sake. If it weren’t for Nathalie’s unbreakable blood ties with them, she wouldn’t even give them a glance.
The Zachmann Family isn’t considered a top family in Beijing.
In the Illegal Zone, they’re even weaker and more unimpressive.
At least Valencia Jett is one of the few big players in the Illegal Zone, and the family levels she interacts with are far above the Zachmann Family!
Both dostic and abroad.
In China... only the Yancey Family catches her eye.
"By the way." Thinking of the Yancey Family, Valencia also thought of her own boss. Her dark, bright eyes looked at the girl on the other side of the video, asking: "Nathalie, when do you have so ti?"
Nathalie Quinlan held a cola can, her fingers long and fair. Her skin was pale, the cool white finger joints defined, blindingly white.
Her sitting posture was relaxed, cool and confident, raising her eyes, she casually humd: "Sothing up?"
"Can’t I seek you out for no reason?" Valencia laughed slightly, didn’t keep her guessing, concisely told her: "Mr. Lordon is in the country. It’s been a long ti since all of us gathered, let’s arrange to have a al together another day."
Khendy Lordon?
Nathalie Quinlan half-squinted, her eyes gathering cold restlessness, but she didn’t object: "We’ll see then, I might not have ti."
Without waiting for Valencia to say more.
She patiently said: "I’ve been busy lately."
Valencia Jett knew about her participating in the software competition and still attending school, most likely keeping busy, so she shrugged her shoulders, cheerily said: "Alright, tell when you have ti. I’ve got nothing going on recently; I’ll be staying in the country during this ti, summon anyti you’re free."
Nathalie Quinlan heard her say she’d be staying in the country during this ti, her fingertip rubbed the pop can slightly, her brow twitched, and she was about to say sothing.
Suddenly, the phone she placed aside lit up.
Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the caller ID, then said to the woman on the video: "Let’s talk about it another day! I’m taking a call, hanging up now."
"Hmm, bye-bye." Valencia Jett waved farewell from the other side of the video.
Nathalie Quinlan single-handedly operated the mouse, disconnected the video.
Then slowly picked up the phone call coming from Jackson Wafford, her voice mixed with the huskiness of just finishing a bath, quite deep: "Hey, Mr. Wafford, what’s up?"
Jackson Wafford called her earlier that afternoon and now again.
Nathalie Quinlan guessed what he wanted to say to her; unsurprisingly, Jackson Wafford was likely calling to talk about the lost USB flash drive.
Indeed.
The middle-aged male voice on the phone slightly sank, asking her quite seriously: "Nathalie, can you create another system like the one on the USB flash drive?"
The girl, dressed in casual clothing, didn’t show much surprise, calmly closed the chat software on her laptop, leaned back in her chair, her elbow resting on the computer desk, with a slanted posture, asked casually: "Why?"
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