"I just invited her over for tea, and they dared to find soone to hit my brother with a car!"
The flip phone was imdiately smashed to pieces.
So phone fragnts splattered onto the Quarles Family driver next to her, startling him, but he kept his head down, not daring to make a sound.
"Ha!"
Ellen Quarles was almost driven insane by anger.
Her fair face turned the color of pig liver, a fiery red with hints of green, her beautiful eyes filled with coldness: "Nathalie Quinlan, you are truly sothing."
Since she had smoothly married into the Royal Family, she hadn’t faced such humiliation.
Nathalie Quinlan practically slapped her in the face.
So arrogant!
In the living room, none of the Quarles Family servants and drivers dared to speak, all with heads lowered, trembling with fear.
Ellen Quarles, however, paced back and forth, terribly frustrated.
Her face turned white with anger, but she didn’t dare act rashly because she still wasn’t clear on who exactly had targeted Charles Quarles.
Was it the Red Alliance or... Yandor Sect?
Ellen Quarles thought briefly for three minutes, then looked up, her voice slightly sinister as she commanded: "Go find out what happened in that car accident?"
"Yes, madam."
The Quarles Family driver hurriedly went out to deal with it.
*
On the other side.
Caryn Zachmann and Celine Tucker had just returned to the hotel.
The two of them had not exchanged a single word along the way, remaining completely silent.
After arriving at the hotel.
Caryn Zachmann locked herself in the room, pulled out her phone from her bag, and sat down on a chair.
Ever since she ran into Nathalie Quinlan at the Pharmaceutical Association, her face had remained pale and green, her lips bitten into a row of teeth marks, almost breaking the skin.
[Caryn, did you make it to the Pharmaceutical Association? Did you et Mr. Dax?]
After opening her phone, Caryn Zachmann only saw a ssage from Leonardy Zachmann; no one else had responded to her.
Sadam Vinson, Amadeus Yancey, and the others all knew she was coming to the Pharmaceutical Association, yet no one paid her any attention.
Even Govert Griffin hadn’t sent a single ssage.
Caryn Zachmann felt deeply humiliated.
She opened WhatsApp, her fingers sliding over the contacts, thinking about her confidence before leaving and the embarrassnt she just faced at the Pharmaceutical Association.
Her heart seed to be crushed into dust, suffocating her, making it hard to breathe.
Nathalie Quinlan...
How did Nathalie Quinlan appear at the Pharmaceutical Association and suddenly beco an important friend of the director?
What was she doing at the Pharmaceutical Association?
Caryn Zachmann’s mind was in a ss, unable to sort things out.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on her phone, in an impulse, she pulled out the phone number for Nathalie Quinlan from her phone book and dialed it.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is unreachable."
Caryn Zachmann put down the phone, her face even more sullen.
She almost forgot.
Nathalie Quinlan had long blacklisted her.
She couldn’t reach her at all.
In frustration, Caryn Zachmann overturned the items on the table, then looked into the mirror, bit her lip, her eyes flickering, picked up the phone again, and sent a ssage to Robert Radcliff.
She carefully edited the information.
A few minutes later.
Her phone vibrated.
Caryn Zachmann almost couldn’t wait to pick up the phone, unlocking it to open the latest ssage.
She sent a carefully worded ssage asking the other party about Nathalie Quinlan’s relationship with the Pharmaceutical Association.
The reply she received was brief and to the point, just a few words.
Caryn Zachmann took a deep breath, reading Robert Radcliff’s reply.
The tone from the other side was quite blunt.
Just one sentence.
[Why are you ddling so much, this isn’t sothing an ordinary mber like you can know.]
The four words "ordinary mber" deeply stung Caryn Zachmann’s heart.
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