"No, you go to the airport."
She thought for a mont, then decisively said, "I’ll take care of your grandfather here. You buy the latest flight to Beijing and wait at the airport tomorrow."
Evron Barness hadn’t thought of this. After hearing this, he lowered his eyes to think and agreed with Mrs. Yapiter’s reasoning, nodding, "Alright."
Mrs. Yapiter finished arranging everything just as the nurse ca over to take Owen Yapiter’s blood pressure.
She greeted Hendrik Zachmann and went into the ward with the nurse.
Hendrik Zachmann watched her go in, his handso face filled with a complicated expression as he looked at his friend and said in a low voice, "Mr. Barness, the person you ntioned just now is Nathalie Quinlan?"
"Who else but Nathalie Quinlan?"
Evron Barness was quite surprised, glanced at him, then said with a smiling face, "This ti, thanks to Ms. Quinlan going to the Pharmaceutical Association to find the dicine for us, our family owes her a big favor!"
Hendrik Zachmann’s mind was in a ss, completely unable to process.
He really didn’t expect Nathalie Quinlan to have any connection with the Pharmaceutical Association, let alone be able to obtain dicine from them.
It’s well known that the Pharmaceutical Association’s dicines are extrely valuable and not sothing anyone can just take.
Previously, when he ntioned Caryn Zachmann to Evron Barness, he didn’t dare to guarantee 100% that Caryn could help, yet Nathalie Quinlan easily obtained the dicine for Mr. Yapiter from the Pharmaceutical Association.
Hendrik Zachmann’s feelings were indescribably complex.
He increasingly couldn’t understand his cheap cousin.
He always felt that Nathalie Quinlan had a deep and unfathomable network of connections around her, people who were beyond his reach.
"By the way, Hendrik, if she needs anything in the future, rember to tell ." Evron Barness looked at him, solemnly saying, "As long as it’s sothing I can do, no matter what it is, as long as Ms. Quinlan asks, I will do my best to help!"
Hendrik Zachmann saw the serious expression on his face, opened his mouth, and after a long while, managed to squeeze out a difficult, "Okay."
*
Kingdom of dirian, Waldorf Hotel.
Nathalie Quinlan had just returned to the hotel with the dicine. Before she could enter, a car stopped on the road by the hotel, blocking her way.
A gold-shimring emblem adorned the black car’s front, gleaming brightly in the sunlight, exuding arrogance.
Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the flamboyant emblem on the car hood, reached up to adjust her cap, her half-squinted eyes cold and irritated.
She recognized that emblem, the insignia of the Kingdom of dirian’s Royal Family.
Soon, a person got out of the car.
It was a strong, tall man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, who approached her with an expressionless face and said, "Ms. Quinlan, our lady wishes to see you."
Nathalie Quinlan had earphones tucked in her ears, the line hanging outside her sweater.
Casually, she took off her earphones, her slender, white fingers sparkling, glanced at him with beautiful black eyes, and without much thought, said, "Not interested!"
Equally expressionless, equally arrogant!
Yet her aura far surpassed that of the Quarles Family driver.
After speaking, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t care about his stunned reaction, simply lifting a leg and maneuvering around the person blocking her.
The Quarles Family driver, montarily surprised, realized he shouldn’t let her go, once again stretched out his hand to block her path, and with a more forceful tone, seriously said, "Ms. Quinlan, please, you really have to co with today!"
Nathalie Quinlan originally didn’t want to argue with him.
Seeing him block her way once more, and with a tone full of threat, she couldn’t hold back and raised her head, revealing a delicate and eye-catching face.
Her voice was low and unintentionally cold, "What if I don’t?"
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