Nathalie Quinlan looked at him with her bright and dark eyes, suddenly asking, "By the way, the person you ntioned last ti who wanted to treat them, are they from Beijing?"
Lowie Wilmar didn’t understand why she suddenly thought of this and replied casually, "Yes. Why? What made you think of this?"
"Are they still looking for ?" Nathalie wanted to know this.
Lowie Wilmar, with his devil-may-care attitude, curled his thin lips and teased her as he looked at her, "Nathalie, you’re not trying to show off how popular you are to , are you?"
Nathalie: ?
Watching her curled eyelashes and fair face looking puzzled, Lowie scolded himself as an idiot and then told her, "If they could solve their difficult dical problems with hospital experts, they wouldn’t have co to you. After finally finding you, how could they easily give up?"
The Yancey Family weren’t the type to give up easily!
"They’ve raised the price several tis, but I didn’t budge since you didn’t agree," he said.
He reclined in his chair nonchalantly, speaking casually, but his eyebrows oozed confidence.
The person he needed to protect, even the Yancey Family wouldn’t find it easy to track down!
Who knew, Nathalie raised her eyebrows slightly and said indifferently, "I’ve decided to take on that job."
"..."
Nathalie said, "I rember you told they’d let propose a condition. As long as it’s not illegal, they will definitely help achieve it."
Lowie caught on quickly and imdiately asked, "What do you want them to do for you?"
Could it be to deal with this situation?
Tsk, if the Yancey Family were to step in... well, then the Tuckers would really be nothing to worry about.
But his thoughts were not quite right.
Nathalie’s eyes were lax, yet there was a rare seriousness on her face as she toyed with her phone, "I want them to help get a rare material."
"Rare material?" Lowie didn’t catch on.
Nathalie placed her phone in front of him, displaying the information about the material she wanted, "I want this."
The more she interacted with the little guy, the more she wanted to cure his leg disease quickly.
And Uncle Cagwin.
She had the Red Alliance contact them several tis, but they showed no sincere intention of cooperating. Besides raising the price a few tis, they kept stalling without giving a definite answer.
Dragging this on was not a solution.
She didn’t like to dwell on frustrations; if one path didn’t work, she could simply switch to another.
Nathalie’s deanor was untad and indomitable, like a wolf that could never be tad.
"If he can get that thing, I’ll take the job," she said.
Lowie looked at the rare material she was showing him and his mouth twitched.
Heh, so in her eyes, privately trading in rare materials isn’t illegal?
Does it have to involve murder or arson to count?
But still, he took a photo of the material Nathalie showed him with his phone and nodded, "Alright, I’ll contact them later."
"Thanks," Nathalie said, feeling significantly better at the thought of obtaining the material to cure the little guy’s leg.
He put away the phone and squinted his eyes at the girl’s exquisitely beautiful profile, suddenly thinking of a question, "Nathalie, you’ve found your biological parents quite so ti ago, why haven’t you changed your surna?"
Doesn’t keeping the Quinlan surna bother you?
Nathalie didn’t get why his thoughts had suddenly jumped to this topic.
But she didn’t linger on it, picking up her own phone, her dark eyes wild and rogue-like, she looked at him indifferently and countered, "Does my surna Quinlan have anything to do with the Quinlan family?"
Do so many people nad Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang have anything to do with a certain person?
Does her surna Quinlan have anything to do with Jeff Quinlan?
She was simply used to the na and couldn’t be bothered to change it.
Jeff Quinlan didn’t deserve her making an effort to change her own na for him.
Lowie paused, grasping her point.
Yeah, Nathalie’s surna being Quinlan had nothing to do with the Quinlan Family. She could be nad Wang Quinlan or Zhang Quinlan, and in his heart, she would still be Nathalie.
He was suddenly not bothered by it anymore, "True."
After finishing her business, Nathalie had a sip of ice water and checked the ti; it was almost ti for her class.
She grabbed her things and said to the man across from her, "I’ll leave the matter of the rare material to you, I need to get going."
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