"You..." Celine Tucker was montarily stunned, and when she ca to her senses, her face turned livid with anger.
But at the sa ti, she knew in her heart that Nathalie Quinlan really wasn’t afraid of her calling the police!
Because a few days ago at the hospital, Nathalie had done just that, yet she stood there for half a day without anyone coming to handle it.
"Caryn Zachmann, do you really want to go to Inderia?" Nathalie Quinlan ignored her and turned her head, her cold eyes looking at Caryn Zachmann.
The bloodthirsty aura around her seed to recede a little, but only just a little, as the presence of the prestigious figure remained powerful.
"What do you want to do?" Caryn Zachmann reacted strongly, much more so than when Nathalie Quinlan ntioned calling Audrick Zachmann.
This showed how important the nomination to go to Inderia was in her heart.
"I see." Nathalie Quinlan understood in her heart, curling her lips as she dialed a phone number right in front of her.
It was on speakerphone.
Every beep of the dial tone sounded like a small hamr striking at the hearts of the Zachmann family.
Especially Caryn Zachmann, whose heart sank sharply, extrely uneasy, and her heartbeat sped up involuntarily, her lips tight, voice tense: "Nathalie Quinlan, stop going crazy here, I..."
She didn’t finish her sentence.
The call connected.
An elderly voice ca from the other end of Nathalie Quinlan’s phone: "Hello. How co you have ti to call , is the sun rising from the west today?"
The old man’s voice was cheerful, indicating that he had a very good relationship with Nathalie Quinlan, good enough to joke around with her.
"Ah, I’m looking for you, there’s sothing I need." Nathalie Quinlan spoke calmly, revealing no strange emotions while talking to the other party.
Caryn Zachmann’s face turned pale all of a sudden, looking over sharply, her beautiful eyes filled with panic and unease, her heartbeat quickening as if it would leap out of her throat.
She recognized the voice on the opposite end.
Caleb Dax.
President of the Pharmaceutical Association.
A renowned master of pharmaceuticals.
What was Nathalie Quinlan trying to do by calling Mr. Dax?
A thought faintly erged in Caryn Zachmann’s heart, and as soon as it erged, her heart felt as if it would abruptly stop, her face becoming even uglier.
"Uh... what’s the matter?" Caleb Dax, unaware that there were others with Nathalie Quinlan, assud it was just a personal call. While talking on the phone with her, he was also looking at the data for a new dicine experint on his computer.
Nathalie Quinlan concisely said, "Doesn’t the Pharmaceutical Association have a nomination for Inderia this year?"
Caleb Dax, holding the phone with one hand while his other hand was on the mouse pulling down a data spreadsheet, said in response to her question, "Ah, I think there is one. Don’t we have such a quota every year? Why are you suddenly interested in this, what’s going on?"
Nathalie Quinlan glanced obliquely at Caryn Zachmann from the corner of her eyes, nonchalantly saying, "Has this year’s candidate been decided?"
"This year?" Caleb Dax couldn’t understand why she was suddenly asking this, so he said to Nathalie Quinlan, "Wait a mont, let check."
He then closed the experintal data and began searching through the old computer in the laboratory. Shortly, Caleb Dax found the folder Robert Radcliff had transferred to him, and opened it to find this year’s application docunts.
As he looked through, he spoke to the girl on the other end of the phone.
"This year’s candidate has been decided."
*
Zachmann Family.
Hearing the elderly voice, Caryn Zachmann’s heart jumped up, almost reaching her throat.
She couldn’t help but get nervous, clenching her fists, anxiously waiting for the result.
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