Besides the boot password, she also saw that soone’s phone wallpaper was coincidentally the photo he took back in McKinney, showing her the necklace effect for Edric.
So this matter wasn’t really her keeping it from him.
Both parties are equal!
No one should say anything about the other!
"How can you not be committed and still chase after Nathalie the Goddess?"
Amadeus Yancey was exposed for sothing he had planned for a long ti, yet he didn’t panic at all. The light shone down on his white shirt, which was slightly open at the collar, revealing a patch of delicate skin. His nape was long and smooth, especially when he slightly tilted his head back, making him look devilishly enticing.
Nathalie Quinlan’s line of sight was irresistibly drawn to him.
He rested his hand to the side, his voice low and deep: "Besides, I’ve shown the photo to the little guy, so it’s not quite a lie... Nathalie, you never said I couldn’t use that photo as my wallpaper."
"..."
"Think about it, didn’t you say so?"
Nathalie Quinlan was speechless, irritably pinching her nasal bone, laughing at herself: "You win."
How could she forget that in this matter, she never won against soone.
Old friends from the past.
Plus this ti, Mr. "Innocent" Yancey.
Even rabbits learn to avoid the path where they’ve been hit twice. So why hasn’t she learned her lesson? Every ti she’s teased, she unconsciously follows his lead.
Nathalie Quinlan stood up: "I need to wash up, you should go out."
Amadeus Yancey just loved seeing her lose her composure, his thin lips curving slightly, his eyes like a deep well rippling with waves. He reached out to pull her back, teasing her with a faint smile: "Nathalie the Goddess, since I won, shouldn’t there be a reward?"
Nathalie Quinlan: "..."
What kind of reward is this?
She clearly didn’t an it that way just now!
But Amadeus Yancey’s handso face moved closer, his thin lips pressing down, his voice husky and saying: "Just a small reward, no need for the big boss to think about it, I’ll take it myself!"
*
Three days later.
Beijing Capital International Airport Terminal.
Jackson Wafford and Leo Dunn were both there, each carrying a suitcase, waiting at T1 Terminal for the girl to arrive.
Leo Dunn this ti represented the entire Tsinghua University Computer Science Departnt as the accompanying teacher. The burden on his shoulders was heavy, having not slept well for several nights.
Especially with a matter weighing heavily on his heart.
Making him extraordinarily stressed.
As they were about to depart and there were no outsiders present, Leo Dunn lowered his voice, a layer of worry covering his face, and said.
"Principal, I heard... Nathalie’s right hand is fractured? This can’t be true, can it?"
Jackson Wafford was originally looking toward the terminal entrance, upon hearing this, turned back, looked at him, and said calmly: "Where did you hear about this?"
"Just... online." Leo Dunn said softly: "Plus soone at school is privately discussing this, saying Nathalie was in a car accident and injured her hand."
"Actually, I didn’t believe it at first... then I heard the Gordons collapsed, so I started to believe a bit."
Leo Dunn has yet to figure out what kind of background the school’s national exam top scorer had behind Nathalie.
But having worked at a prestigious school in Beijing for so many years, he’s surrounded by students from affluent families, and he understands Beijing’s complexities better than many.
Nathalie... she doesn’t look like an ordinary person!
After all, look at who is usually around Nathalie, Mr. Yancey, Mr. Vinson, Mr. Avalon, and Mr. Norton.
Which of these people are ordinary.
But these people gathered around Nathalie seem to get along in a ’mundane’ way.
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