As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire cabin was stunned.
Everyone’s first reaction was that his answer was too arrogant.
What happened to Nathalie Quinlan?
Just as this thought erged in their minds.
Brian Bonette and Sadam Vinson imdiately suppressed it.
They thought about the events surrounding Nathalie Quinlan, and the people around her, collectively fell into silence, then collectively withdrew into themselves.
Yes, before Nathalie Quinlan ca to Beijing, didn’t people in Beijing think she was just an ordinary person from McKinney?
And then?
Then, from Raymond Wilmar, Ivy Wilmar, down to Caryn Zachmann, Adelle Wafford... didn’t all those who underestimated Nathalie Quinlan end up being completely embarrassed?
The na Nathalie Quinlan isn’t impressive, it’s who speaks the na that holds power.
*
Intercontinental Hotel.
The 18th floor, where the people from Mundania stay.
Maxcel and his assistants from Mundania also stay on this floor of the hotel.
In suite 1808, a tall man over 180 cm was holding a bottle of champagne, walking from the bar towards the sofa.
"You ca to find , is there sothing?"
He had black hair, tanned skin, yet deep green eyes, with relatively defined facial features, but his face was roughly outlined, with a slightly long chin, making his face closer to a horse face, which seed at odds with his beautiful eyes.
He was wearing the hotel’s bathrobe.
He didn’t bother to tie the robe properly, exposing a large area of skin, appearing quite wanton.
Maxcel held the wine, found a place on the sofa, sat down, and casually put his long legs up on the tea table, opened the wine cork, and rudely drank hugely from the bottle.
Sitting across from him was a girl with an arrogant deanor, it was Evelyn Quarles. At this mont, seeing his unruly behavior, she couldn’t help but frown, saying in a bad tone, "Do you have to sit like that? Can’t you wear your clothes properly?"
Maxcel glanced at her dismissively and replied carelessly, "This is my room, if you don’t like it, you can leave."
"You—!" Evelyn Quarles’ face instantly turned livid, a little unable to hold her composure.
"Alright."
Fortunately, at this mont, a woman who had co with her softly called out to stop her.
Although Evelyn Quarles was displeased with the other party’s attitude, she was very cautious of the woman, only clenching her fists and shouting discontentedly, "Aunt!"
The middle-aged woman glanced at her sideways, exuding charm without saying a word, yet Evelyn Quarles didn’t dare to utter a sound.
"Maxcel. We’ve co to see you because there’s indeed sothing we need to discuss."
The woman, in her forties, exuded elegance, with a silver satin fitted dress accentuating her curvy allure, every gesture emanated with intense femininity.
As she began to speak, even Maxcel reined in his actions, sitting upright, although his tone remained sowhat impatient: "What is it? Please tell ."
The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, pulled a cigarette from the box, lit it, held it between her fingers, and said calmly: "Aiden has withdrawn from the competition."
Maxcel lifted his head, sowhat surprised: "He withdrew? Why?"
Although he didn’t take Aiden seriously, he never thought the latter would be cowardly enough to back out at the last minute.
"You overthink it, it’s not you he’s afraid of." The middle-aged woman lifted her eyelids, glancing at him with a teasing smile, seeing his face change, she continued leisurely, "He ran into that girl from Zenla downstairs, and imdiately withdrew upon returning. Maxcel, it seems your intimidation isn’t even as impactful as an ordinary girl from Zenla."
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