Everyone’s gaze is still fixed on Nathalie Quinlan and Hendrik Zachmann at this mont.
"She had lunch with , I invited her to the Imperial Hotel."
It wasn’t until a cold and frosty voice with a hint of somberness cut in that the Zachmann family’s entourage and the onlookers turned to the side.
They saw a young man in his early twenties sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed out by a black-clothed bodyguard resembling a tower.
The black-clothed bodyguard was in a suit and leather shoes, wearing sunglasses, looking expressionless, showing no interest in the people around, observing with a detached attitude, exuding an oppressive aura from within.
Khendy Lordon sat in the silver wheelchair, wearing a shirt rarely seen on him today, a light blue shirt ironed without a single crease, with the top button of the collar undone, slightly open, the shirt color greatly complenting his skin.
His skin, long unexposed to sunlight, cold and fair, dazzlingly white under the light.
His hand was obediently placed on a blanket, his head turned to the side, eyes half-squinted, exceptionally long lashes covering his eyes, shading the deep pupils.
He looked like a deeply scheming person.
"Who just said they wanted to see ?" Khendy Lordon looked gentle and graceful, with a smile on his rose-colored thin lips, casting a sidelong glance at the stunned Hendrik Zachmann, and squinting again, his voice line captivating: "Was it you who wanted to see ? I’m here, so tell , what’s the matter?"
Hendrik Zachmann’s clothes on his back were already soaked by cold sweat, clinging wetly to his back, his expression towards Khendy Lordon extrely shocked, as if his throat was blocked.
He struggled for a long ti to find his voice: "Khendy, Mr. Lordon."
The call of "Mr. Lordon" from Hendrik Zachmann made Caryn Zachmann frown repeatedly, she didn’t know Khendy Lordon, tilted her head, and asked Hendrik Zachmann indifferently: "Brother, who is he? Do you know him?"
Not only Caryn Zachmann was clueless.
The group of relatives from the Zachmann Family exchanged confused looks, unable to fathom who this man was, why Hendrik Zachmann reacted so strongly.
Bernard Ingram sitting in a wheelchair, muttered quietly from the side: "Mr. Lordon, is this person still a boss? Running a company?"
Her son shook his head, indicating he wasn’t sure.
Bernard Ingram looked at him with an exasperating appearance, turned her head away in frustration, continuing to look at Hendrik Zachmann.
Hendrik Zachmann never expected the person who invited Nathalie Quinlan to lunch would be Khendy Lordon.
At this mont, he already regretted his previous impulsiveness.
However, now he was in a difficult situation, struggling to answer Caryn Zachmann: "I know Mr. Lordon, Mr. Lordon doesn’t know ."
"?" Caryn Zachmann didn’t quite understand what he ant.
After all, after learning about Maybelissa’s power, she had a newfound understanding of Hendrik Zachmann.
Hendrik Zachmann can enter Maybelissa.
How many figures in Beijing could make her brother say such discouraging things?
Hendrik Zachmann took a deep breath, his face turning green, and explained to her in a low voice: "Mr. Lordon is the boss of Maybelissa."
Caryn Zachmann gasped: "You say he’s Maybelissa’s..."
She couldn’t finish the last few words.
Hendrik Zachmann nodded with difficulty.
Caryn Zachmann suddenly turned to look at the girl standing casually in the crowd, a great mountain seed to weigh down upon her, almost suffocating her.
"How does Nathalie Quinlan know such a person?" Caryn Zachmann tried her best to control her emotions, but her tone still carried an undeniable jealousy and shock.
She couldn’t comprehend why Nathalie Quinlan always had such good luck.
The behind-the-scenes boss of Maybelissa, a level she couldn’t even dream of.
Nathalie Quinlan actually knows him!
Hendrik Zachmann didn’t answer her, his emotions complicated.
Because the black-clothed bodyguard had already pushed Khendy Lordon next to Nathalie Quinlan, and Hendrik Zachmann saw the two talking familiarly, it was clear they had known each other for a long ti.
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