In the past, Leonardy Zachmann was a senior, more or less, to the young man in front of him, and Amadeus Yancey had once given him enough face.
However, the ease he felt before Amadeus then was now replaced by discomfort.
Leonardy Zachmann took a deep breath, his brows slightly furrowed, his face dim, and spoke with sha: "...It’s my fault for failing to educate my children well, I bear so responsibility too. As for Nathalie... I will apologize to her. But this matter may not necessarily be related to Caryn. The Gordons called earlier, from their tone, Caryn seed unaware, she only found out later that Mateo Gordon had soone steal Nathalie’s competition USB flash drive..."
The young man reclining on the sofa showed no response, raised his hand, took the tea from the tea table, sipped it, and put it back down.
His action of drinking tea was executed with the elegance of a noble gentleman from ancient tis, with a fluid grace marked by dignity and sophistication.
He did not express an opinion.
Sadam Vinson, sitting beside him, couldn’t hold back, raised an eyebrow, and mocked coldly: "What’s Mr. Zachmann planning to say?"
Leonardy Zachmann remained silent for a mont.
He knew Caryn Zachmann was at fault to so extent. If Caryn hadn’t displayed hostility towards Nathalie outside.
Mateo Gordon wouldn’t have found soone to steal the USB flash drive.
He hesitated no longer and spoke softly: "If this matter involves Caryn, I will have her apologize to Nathalie."
"Just apologize?" Sadam Vinson chuckled, leaning back onto the sofa, draping his hands over the sides, his expression rather mocking: "Isn’t Mr. Zachmann’s explanation too simplistic?"
Hendrik Zachmann almost couldn’t hold back and wanted to retort: What do you want then?
Before he could do so, Leonardy Zachmann pulled him back by his arm, signaling him not to speak.
Leonardy Zachmann seed to have aged ten years, deep lines visible at the corners of his eyes, yet his deanor was better, more composed and magnanimous than Hendrik’s, holding his ground, his shrewd eyes bypassing Sadam Vinson to settle on the young man sitting beside him, softly inquiring: "Mr. Yancey, what do you wish?"
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes slightly narrowed, the Buddhist beads in his wrist moving slightly, his deep gaze focused on him.
Leonardy Zachmann further murmured: "Nathalie is my niece, regardless, this matter has impacted her. Caryn did make mistakes to so extent, and I won’t shield her. But she wasn’t aware of it, Mateo Gordon hid it from her, even if she was at fault, it wasn’t intentional. Mr. Yancey, I’m not defending her, just..."
Sadam Vinson couldn’t listen any longer, stood up abruptly, and interrupted him: "Mr. Zachmann!"
"You repeatedly claim you won’t shield your daughter, yet Nathalie is also your niece, you pledge to treat both fairly. Yet you keep excusing your daughter! One mont claiming she’s unaware, another mont asserting it’s not intentional..."
Sadam Vinson chuckled, domineering and reckless: "It’s quite perplexing to . She’s such a grown person, yet behaving as if she has no brain."
After laughing he continued: "Mr. Zachmann, all of us here belong to the Circle. We are clear whether Caryn was intentional, or if she had ever instigated Mateo Gordon behind the scenes. None of us here are fools, so why bother using these words to nauseate everyone?"
At this mont, Amadeus Yancey stood up, towering at over six feet, his presence overshadowing everyone, including Sadam Vinson.
Once he stood up, Leonardy Zachmann felt a chill in his heart.
Indeed.
The voice of the young man was unhurried, maintaining his usual style, not a single word wasted, straight to the point: "Velnisa Irvin is fired, Mateo Gordon has been taken to the police station. Caryn Zachmann... should either suspend her studies or go abroad, choose one."
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