Caryn Zachmann was in a bad mood again. She squinted her eyes, turned off her phone, and placed it aside, her expression grave and irritable.
Audrick Zachmann said nothing.
Audrick had always gotten along well with Nathalie Quinlan, and ever since she clashed with Nathalie, Audrick never took her side.
She could accept it if Audrick didn’t send her a text ssage to ask how she was.
What Caryn couldn’t accept this ti was that Hendrik Zachmann hadn’t asked if she arrived safely either.
In the past, no matter how busy Hendrik was, he always found ti to check on her.
This ti, Hendrik didn’t even ask a single question.
Caryn couldn’t describe her current mood, always feeling that Hendrik’s attitude towards her had grown cold, at least not as caring as before.
She picked up her phone, originally intending to send Hendrik a ssage to see if he was busy.
The ssage was already typed.
Suddenly, in a fit of pique, she deleted the entire edited ssage, her face cold and expressionless as she put her phone away again. Her fingers clenched, her gaze icy and filled with ambition she couldn’t hide...
Never mind.
Her brother’s misunderstanding of her could be resolved slowly in the future.
What mattered most to her right now wasn’t these little things, but getting into the core Book Repository of the Pharmaceutical Association and finding the prescription for the small pill.
She believed that as long as she found that prescription, everything in front of her was just temporary!
*
Evening.
Inside a five-star hotel in downtown McKinney.
Nathalie Quinlan took a shower after arriving at the hotel and ca out.
She didn’t use a hairdryer after coming out, and her black hair was still wet, draped over her shoulders. Nathalie didn’t care, lifted her legs, and walked out. With one hand, she unzipped her single shoulder bag, took out a laptop, and a small box.
The box was square, about the size of a palm.
The box had a black velvet exterior, with an ancient-looking brass clasp on the front, appearing exquisite.
Nathalie squinted her eyes, fiddled with the exquisite box in her hand, then set it aside. She pulled a chair from the living room, placed the laptop on her lap, sat cross-legged in a casual manner, and turned on the laptop.
The laptop she used was lightweight, not tiring to have on her lap.
Nathalie first opened the computer, then picked up the embroidered box next to her, and carefully examined the clasp on the box.
The clasp seed to be an ancient chanism lock from No. 1 Middle School, exceedingly complex in its making, even more intricate than many modern electronic locks.
Usually, this kind of lock can’t be opened without a key.
Nathalie weighed the box in her hand and shook it, hearing the sounds of sothing inside.
A clanging sound.
She estimated that what was inside was an iron piece or sothing similar.
After weighing the box in her hand a couple more tis, it wasn’t heavy.
She squinted her eyes, stared at the object in her hand for a while, pursed her lips, placed the laptop on the tea table, then got up and found a handy ashtray from the hotel’s tea table.
The ashtrays in five-star hotels were mostly marble, emphasizing texture.
The fist-sized ashtray was about the sa size as the box.
Nathalie’s gaze was cold and impatient, eyes slightly raised. Without any extra actions, she placed the box on the table and swung the ashtray down.
Bang!
After the sound of impact.
The palm-sized box was smashed open by an external force, and a black object fell to the ground.
Nathalie coolly tossed the ashtray onto the tea table, bent down to pick up the item from the ground, wiped it clean, and inspected it.
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