Thomas Gordon watched helplessly as the other party walked away, leaving only an extrely arrogant back, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
After the people left.
The servant finally dared to co out, cautiously asking him, "Sir, Madam fainted, should we call the police..."
"Call the police?" Thomas Gordon heard the servant ntion calling the police, and laughed slightly, a self-deprecating laugh born out of extre fear. He couldn’t even pull at the corners of his mouth and gave up dejectedly, his eyes reflecting only decadence and decline: "Call the police for what? They can’t wait for us to call the police."
If they don’t call the police, the matter might still be settled privately.
If they call the police and bring the matter to light, the fate of the Gordons will only be worse!
It’s not that Amadeus Yancey can cover up the sky in Beijing with one hand, but it’s more than enough to destroy a single Gordon family.
What’s more, that man is notoriously ruthless behind a kind face; otherwise, why hasn’t anyone in Beijing dared to provoke Amadeus Yancey for so many years?
Because they can’t afford to!
Everyone would rather provoke Mr. Yancey; in Beijing, no one dares to provoke this young man who holds The Ninth Institute in his hands!
The servant stood there bewildered, still unaware that the Gordons were about to collapse.
Thomas Gordon wasn’t willing to wait helplessly for his doom, he gritted his teeth and jumped up: "I’m going to call the Zachmann Family!"
After all, this incident was caused by Caryn Zachmann. Nathalie Quinlan is part of the Zachmann Family; if they could step forward to find Nathalie, their family might still have a sliver of hope.
He could only rely on the Zachmann Family now.
*
The downfall of the Gordons was faster than imagined.
In less than an afternoon, every side in Beijing heard that the Gordon family had provoked trouble. As soon as Thomas Gordon finished calling Leonardy Zachmann, he was called back, saying there was trouble in the business arena.
The Gordons were in complete disarray.
After Mrs. Gordon fainted, the servant put a wet towel on her forehead, pinched her philtrum, and delayed for more than two hours.
Only then did she slowly wake up.
As soon as Mrs. Gordon woke up, she imdiately realized she was alone at ho and hurriedly asked the servant where Thomas Gordon went.
The servant told her what had happened after she fainted. Mrs. Gordon’s eyes rolled back, her vision went black, and she nearly fainted again.
Luckily, the servant quickly pinched her philtrum, the sharp nails leaving a blue-purple mark on her lip, and she finally caught her breath, preventing another direct collapse.
After the previous events, she finally knew fear, and her well-maintained face was as white as paper. She asked the servant to fetch the phone.
Mrs. Gordon, regardless of everything, tried to reach Caryn Zachmann by phone.
*
Outside the Tsinghua University campus.
Celine Tucker had just finished handling the withdrawal procedures with Caryn Zachmann.
The two mothers and daughters didn’t speak the entire way, and both had unpleasant expressions, especially Caryn Zachmann, with dark circles under her eyes and a gloomy and fierce look, her complexion far from good.
It was apparent she hadn’t slept well for the whole week.
Her entire deanor had shifted from her previous arrogance and radiance, her bright face now showing rare sullenness, a bit of disarray and desolation.
The driver was waiting for them outside.
Celine Tucker first opened the car door and said to Caryn Zachmann, who hadn’t spoken along the way: "Let’s go, get in the car first. We’ll talk when we get back."
Caryn Zachmann pressed her lips tightly, just about to bend over and get in the car.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Caryn Zachmann paused slightly, her gaze sowhat impatient as she answered the call, putting the phone to her ear: "Hello?"
Her gaze was indifferent, perhaps even a bit impatient, but the tone with which she spoke to the other party was graceful and very polite.
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