The black-clothed bodyguard wore a solemn expression, glanced at him, seemingly reluctant to tell them anything, but after so thought, decided it didn’t matter: "Are you referring to Ms. Quinlan?"
Leonardy Zachmann heard him refer to the girl as ’Ms. Quinlan’, becoming even more certain that the person who went inside was Nathalie Quinlan, feeling increasingly complicated: "Yes."
"Ms. Quinlan..." The bodyguard looked towards the corridor, his serious face revealing a hint of respect, speaking with pride: "She is one of the founders of our JC!"
Leonardy felt as if a sledgehamr had hit his head, his eyes seeing stars, his breath halting, completely stunned.
He recalled the words Mr. Barness said over the phone last ti.
Mr. Barness ntioned that Caryn and her group saw a car at the Serenity Clubhouse belonging to Valencia Jett, and he also ntioned that Nathalie Quinlan might know Valencia Jett.
At that ti, though a sliver of doubt arose in his heart, one was just a student who had co to Beijing from McKinney to study, and the other was a big shot from the Illegal Zone, he never connected the two.
Until today, with the facts laid before him, Leonardy Zachmann felt as if a lifeti had passed, standing there dazed.
He stood for a full minute, finally awkwardly turning his neck, tilting his face, looking lost as he spoke to Hendrik Zachmann: "What exactly is Nathalie’s background?"
Having been in Beijing for decades, thinking himself knowledgeable and experienced with nurous grand scenes, he now felt as if he’d only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of this circle!
*
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know Leonardy and his son had run into her outside, only taking off the earphones after she had entered the suite, walking straight inside.
Valencia Jett had poured her a glass of water and handed it over.
Seeing her set down her backpack and sit on the sofa, Valencia bent over and placed the water in front of her, smiling as she asked, "Why do you want that set of jade? You don’t even wear it."
"To give it as a gift." Nathalie stretched her legs, looking quite nonchalant, blinking as she said: "It’s for an elder, she has a birthday coming up."
Valencia Jett always had access to the grapevine.
She had only returned to the country a few days and had already compiled information on all the families in Beijing.
When Nathalie ntioned the jade as a birthday gift for an elder, a na imdiately flashed in her mind - Yancey Family’s young lady, Candice Yancey.
She clicked her tongue, didn’t ask further, and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Shortly, she returned with a square box in hand, handed it to Nathalie, saying: "Here’s what you asked for."
As they say, gold is for turbulent tis, jade for peaceful ones; this jade set in her hand was worth an impressive nine-figure sum if sold publicly.
Even so, on the market, it was incredibly rare, practically priceless. In other words, even if soone could afford it, such a splendid piece might not be available for sale.
When Nathalie asked, she got it.
Valencia could only painfully part with it, what else could she do?
Her dark eyes were quite beautiful, but her facial features grouped together seed unremarkable. Valencia was still in her black tank top, with a ring of tattoos on her arm, looking every bit the street tough as she lounged on the sofa, handing over the item to Nathalie, then nonchalantly saying: "The Illegal Zone has been unsettled lately, be careful, soone has set their sights on you."
Nathalie took the box, opened it for a look, then closed it, rotating her wrist, shooting a rather surprised glance at her.
Valencia, having understood her for years, instantly grasped her aning, shrugged her shoulders, said: "Don’t look at , I have no idea who is targeting you, I just heard soone intends to take action against you."
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