Amadeus Yancey’s voice was both low and slow as it rang out: "Actually, if you hadn’t been so clever in pushing Nathalie Quinlan away from the beginning, with her personality, you could have gone smoothly in McKinney even if you did nothing. Even if she went to Beijing, with her there, you wouldn’t have suffered. Unfortunately, you insisted on courting disaster, pushing her away step by step..."
He looked at the girl whose face was pale, and laughed again, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery: "Did you think that by stealing her hard drive, she would lose?"
"..." Ghania Quinlan clenched her palms, nearly breaking the skin she was pinching.
Yes, she stole the hard drive just to see Nathalie fall from the heights.
It’s just that she was unlucky this ti!
But she didn’t regret it.
If she had been a little luckier, if Nathalie hadn’t prepared a backup hard drive, she might have succeeded, and it would be she who would be laughing last right now!
Amadeus Yancey saw the answer in her expression and, his eyes deepening, he simply stated: "Ghania, I’m telling you, even if she hadn’t prepared a backup hard drive today, you wouldn’t have succeeded."
"Because..."
No one knew what he said.
After hearing that sentence, Ghania’s face changed dramatically, and she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her legs gave way, and she sat down heavily on the cold ground: "How is this possible?"
Her beautiful face finally showed a look of despair.
*
The police soon ca to take Ghania Quinlan away.
During this ti, Emilia Sullivan fought and cursed at the police, even sat on the ground causing a scene, but nothing could prevent the police from handcuffing Ghania and taking her away.
She herself also realized that Nathalie would not let Ghania go this ti, watching helplessly as Ghania, distraught, was escorted by the police into the car.
Emilia Sullivan couldn’t worry about anything else, anxiously took a cab back to seek help from her younger brother, Myles Sullivan.
On the other side.
After leaving the security office, Sadam Vinson scratched his head for a long ti, followed her and asked, "Nathalie, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Hot pot?"
Sadam rembered that Nathalie loved spicy food, and was quite fond of it, so he scratched his head again, trying hard to find a topic to divert Nathalie’s attention.
"Is there any good hot pot in McKinney? Let’s go eat together this noon, my treat. It’s just right to celebrate you winning first place in the software competition!"
Bringing up this issue, the shadow in everyone’s hearts was mostly dispersed.
Brian Bonette also spoke elegantly from the side: "Speaking of it, I haven’t congratulated you yet, congratulations to you, Ms. Quinlan."
"Yes, Ms. Quinlan, congratulations, congratulations." Govert Griffin, always the opportunist, quickly chid in: "Mr. Vinson, don’t fight with at noon, please give a chance to treat Ms. Quinlan to a al this ti. I’ve said several tis to Ms. Quinlan that I wanted to treat her, but never had the right opportunity. This ti, no matter what, give this chance, I..."
He hadn’t finished speaking.
Nathalie received a phone call, it was from Jackson Wafford, also about lunch, and basically ant that the IT Association wanted to hold a small celebration for her at noon, asking if she would attend.
Nathalie looked up to see Ghania being driven away in a police car as it roared off with the doors closed.
She stopped her steps, and said in a calm and unhurried tone: "At noon? I won’t go, I’m heading back to Beijing this afternoon, just find sothing to eat at noon, Mr. Wafford, you all eat."
Jackson Wafford said a few more words to her, and Nathalie patiently responded with a few "hmms," then hung up the phone.
After she finished the call, Sadam Vinson imdiately asked her: "Nathalie, are you going back this afternoon?"
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