The man’s voice was rather cold and clear; ordinarily, when he spoke with just a slightly lower tone, it would give off an intense feeling.
At this mont, his voice was deep and hoarse; even without anger, it was enough to make one break out in a cold sweat.
Hendrik Zachmann bore the brunt of it, enduring the greatest pressure.
Amadeus Yancey’s imnse pressure bore down on him, causing a thin layer of sweat to appear on his forehead, and plenty of sweat on his back as well. His handso face flushed bright red, turning into the color of pig liver from holding it in.
He himself was also a favored son of heaven; when had he ever been suppressed like this?
Hendrik Zachmann, with an anxious and embarrassed face, clenched his fists, wanting desperately to fight back.
But he didn’t dare; his palms were soaked with sweat, and even though his nails were digging painfully into his hands, he didn’t dare utter a word.
Amadeus Yancey did not pay attention to their poor complexion, and said blandly, "Mr. Zachmann, go back and think about it carefully. My patience is limited; don’t take too long."
Leonardy Zachmann opened his mouth several tis, but ultimately couldn’t overco his inner fear, and had to give up.
*
anwhile.
In a certain nursing ho in Beijing.
Ericko Zachmann heard from Shawn Norton about the USB flash drive used by Nathalie Quinlan for the competition being maliciously damaged.
He casually made so inquiries and found out that the Gordons were urgently trying to pull strings to get Mateo Gordon out of the police station.
In addition, there was news from Mr. Gordon to the outside world that Caryn Zachmann wouldn’t have it easy.
Ericko Zachmann nearly lost his breath, his mind went blank, and the taut string inside him snapped with a bang.
If not for the nurse taking care of him noticing in ti and quickly administering a sedative and oxygen, Ericko Zachmann might not have pulled through.
This incident happened so suddenly that the nursing ho didn’t have ti to notify the rest of the Zachmann Family.
Fortunately, Mr. Zachmann had been taking the ’supplents’ given by Nathalie Quinlan during this period, and his body was relatively strong. After a hurried rescue, his vital signs stabilized once again.
The doctor originally wanted to notify Stanley Zachmann and Leonardy Zachmann, but Mr. Zachmann stopped them.
He did not let them be called.
He sat alone in the ward for an hour, until the sun set and the sky outside was nearly dark.
Mr. Zachmann finally seed to co to his senses. Clad in a hospital gown, he found his Phone in the drawer, took it out, and made a phone call.
"Hello, are you there?"
Owen Yapiter had just finished a eting and returned to his residence at this ti.
Receiving Mr. Zachmann’s call surprised him; he asked, "What made you think of calling ? What’s going on?"
Mr. Zachmann’s brows and eyes revealed a sense of fatigue, yet his cloudy eyes were clearer than anyone else’s. He pressed at his brow and softly said, "I want you to witness sothing for ."
"What is it, that you’re so anxious," Owen Yapiter said while returning to the living room, smiling as he spoke, "Could it be about Nathalie?"
Mr. Zachmann was silent for a mont, for a full minute, before continuing, "No, it’s about my other granddaughter. Can you co to Beijing?"
"Now?" Owen Yapiter looked at the sky outside.
If he rushed there now, it would take at least two hours, and it would be dark by the ti he arrived.
Ericko Zachmann, however, insisted unexpectedly, "Right now, you co over imdiately; I’ll wait for you. There’s still ti, I also need to call Shawn Norton and them."
Understanding that he was serious, probably with sothing significant to attend to, Owen Yapiter only took a few seconds to think before imdiately saying, "Alright, I’ll have soone book a ticket."
"Okay."
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