Leo Dunn pursed his lips. He was about to say, "You typed really fast just now," but then suddenly rembered he shouldn’t pressure Nathalie Quinlan. He swallowed his words silently, feeling quite stifled inside!
He really thought Nathalie was typing ssages with her left hand incredibly fast just now!
"What’s going on with you guys?"
Jackson Wafford didn’t pay much mind to it. He was in his forties, and due to his long-term profession, he had a scholarly aura about him, very genteel. Though not particularly outstanding in appearance, he gave off a cultured impression.
After a simple inquiry and seeing Leo Dunn’s non-committal shake of the head with a complex expression, he focused his attention on Nathalie, saying warmly, "Oh right, Nathalie, soone wants to invite us to lunch. Are you going?"
"The excellent student Zayn Fisher from the Finance Departnt under Professor Gober, his mother’s birthday is today, and they’re having lunch at the hotel we’re staying in. Professor Gober asked if I had ti, and his mom invited you as well. Are you going?"
Upon hearing the words "Fisher Family, Zayn Fisher," Nathalie lost interest almost imdiately, not even considering it, her bright eyes lowered, and she replied very coldly, "No."
Jackson Wafford wasn’t very clear about the ins and outs of the situation. Seeing she wouldn’t go, he pondered briefly and then said, "Alright, I won’t go either. I’ll tell Professor Derliand."
Having said that, he turned around to convey the ssage.
The car was still moving.
Nathalie propped her head up with her hand, her eyes half-closed, feeling a bit sleepy when the phone placed on her leg began to vibrate.
She lowered her head to look.
This ti it wasn’t a ssage from Amadeus Yancey or Jhovany Sullivan and them.
It was from Valencia Jett.
[Did you go to McKinney for the competition?]
Followed quickly by the next ssage.
[Which hotel are you staying at? I’ll co to the venue to cheer for you.]
Nathalie’s thin lips curved into a pleasant arc, and she sent her an address.
Valencia instantly replied with an OK emoji.
After a while, Valencia sent another ssage.
[Oh right, Khendy gave you a gift. I forgot to give it to you last ti, so I mailed it to your house. It should have arrived this morning; I even got a notification that it was signed for. Did you receive it?]
She had been at the Capital Airport since nine in the morning; how could she possibly receive a package?
Nathalie pondered briefly and then guessed who signed for the package, definitely Amadeus or Alfred Garland on her behalf.
When she thought of the "gift from Khendy," her head started to ache a bit, and she sent a ssage to ask her.
[QN: What did he send? Don’t tell it’s sothing like guns and ammunition.]
The year before last, Khendy had sent her the latest AK-47.
The year before that, Khendy sent a new type of biochemical weapon that could end a platoon with a single drop.
This year...
Nathalie couldn’t imagine the reaction of Alfred Garland or Amadeus Yancey upon receiving the package.
Luckily, Valencia quickly replied to her.
[He must’ve caught so strange whim, designed you a bracelet. It’s hideous!!! Absolutely hideous!!!]
Nathalie glanced at the WhatsApp ssage emphasizing how ugly it was, accompanied by exclamation marks.
The corners of her mouth twitched.
The tense muscles in her back relaxed significantly, her jet-black lashes lowered, and the nerve that was taut eased up.
A bracelet is okay, at least it’s not a biochemical weapon or sothing.
This ti, the gift was much more down-to-earth than Khendy’s past styles.
As for Valencia’s comnt on the bracelet being ugly...
Nathalie nonchalantly lifted her eyelids.
When has Khendy ever had any sense of aesthetics!
Ugly.
That’s just his standard operation!
Khendy’s high-end moves always involved sending over-the-top gifts!
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