Ellen Quarles waited outside for more than three hours before the person she was waiting for finally arrived.
"Ms. Quinlan."
This ti, she dared not put on airs. Her stance was very humble. As soon as she saw Nathalie Quinlan’s figure, she imdiately waved towards her.
Nathalie Quinlan lazily glanced at her and walked over unhurriedly.
The driver Ellen Quarles brought along was still sizing up the girl who was approaching.
The blue shirt was casually held in her hand; she wore a white T-shirt paired with jeans, her legs straight and slender, her feet stepped in a pair of black canvas shoes.
From her appearance, the other party did not seem very old, looking like a student still in school.
The girl wore a duckbill cap, making it difficult for him to see her face clearly. He just felt that this girl’s aura was quite unusual.
Was this the person Madam had been waiting for?
The driver brought by Ellen Quarles showed a look of disbelief; however, he was in no position to comnt, so he just stood aside quietly.
"Ms. Quinlan," Ellen Quarles appeared unwell, looking much older, with tiredness in her eyes. Her smile seed very forced, but she did not dare to show any dissatisfaction in front of Nathalie Quinlan. Even if she couldn’t squeeze out a smile, she forced her lips to move, looked at the girl in front of her, and said: "I’ve already had the money transferred. Did you receive it?"
"I received it." Nathalie Quinlan stood before her.
Ellen Quarles revealed a flattering smile: "That’s good."
At this mont, her heart was a ss, unable to understand how Nathalie Quinlan made the Kingdom of dirian’s Royal Family afraid enough to want to remove her from their list.
Unable to grasp Nathalie Quinlan’s depth, her unease only increased. She forced herself to break the awkward atmosphere, took a deep breath, and cald down: "Ms. Quinlan, there’s a place nearby for a drink. Are you free? If it’s convenient, why don’t we go over there to talk."
She hadn’t adopted this stance before. Nathalie Quinlan rembered very clearly that when Ellen Quarles first arrived in the country, she looked at everyone down her nose.
Even Caryn Zachmann, who was close to her, Ellen Quarles never took seriously.
Now, it seed she’d learned a lot.
However...
The girl raised her slender white wrist, reached up to adjust her duckbill cap, and said coldly: "No need. Just say what you have to say here."
"Here?"
Ellen Quarles felt her temples throbbing intensely.
There were pedestrians occasionally passing by on the road, and she had never discussed matters in such an environnt.
She almost wanted to leave right then and there, but when she thought about the precarious Quarles Family and her husband waiting for her explanation, Ellen Quarles forced herself to stay put, lifted her head, and said with a complex expression: "I, the purpose of my visit, Ms. Quinlan, should be very clear to you. I won’t beat around the bush. Ms. Quinlan, I just want to know what it will take for you to forgive the Quarles Family’s reckless actions this ti?"
Forgive the Quarles Family?
Reckless actions?
Nathalie Quinlan was provoked by her words to irritation. Watching her with half-narrowed eyes, Nathalie Quinlan seed to find Ellen Quarles’s words laughable. She crossed her arms, slipped her hands into her pockets, and with a careless gesture, her lips curled disdainfully, her gaze cold and impatient: "Wasn’t it Evelyn Quarles who did this? What does it have to do with the Quarles Family."
Ellen Quarles’s face turned blue and red at this mont, knowing Nathalie Quinlan was slapping her face, yet she was helpless, her voice dry: "Ms. Quinlan, we are all smart people, I know you already know the truth behind it."
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