Nathalie Quinlan’s dark eyes swept over the email sent by Caleb Dax, her gaze darkened, she said nothing, and closed the email.
Then she dragged the chair out and looked online.
The heat surrounding Caryn Zachmann on Twitter was still fernting, originally just a minor issue, but because too many people were involved, the heat rose unexpectedly.
Several hot searches were hanging on the hot search list beside.
Nathalie half-squinted her eyes, not very interested in looking at the follow-up ntions and private ssages to her. She took a general look at the public opinion on Twitter, then logged off.
At that mont, Amadeus Yancey made a WhatsApp video call from Inderia.
Nathalie lowered her eyes, staring at the person’s avatar that popped up on her phone screen, reached out to press her temples, her gaze quite impatient, picked up the earphones on the table, put them in her ears, set up the phone, and answered the video.
...
On the other side.
At the entrance of Rhein District, a guard in a neat uniform reached out to stop soone, saying solemnly and strictly: "Sorry, if you’re not a resident inside, you can’t go in."
Caryn Zachmann ran here purely on impulse, now standing by the gate, looking at the cars and people coming in and out, her face flushed with embarrassnt and awkwardness.
She tightly clutched the bag in her hand, took a deep breath, and looked at the guard who stopped her, speaking with good temperant: "I have a relative living inside, I’m here to find her."
The guard had just let a car with a Beijing plate drive through, turned around and caught a glimpse of her, seemingly doubting she had a relative in Rhein District.
After all, Rhein District is not an ordinary place.
Those living in Beijing’s Rhein are none of them ordinary people.
However, Caryn looked polished and presentable, not like soone wanting to take advantage to sneak in.
After sizing her up, the guard withdrew his gaze, still maintaining a firm expression, saying steadily: "Then you should call your relative, let her co out to get you or let her give the guard’s office a call, then I’ll let you in, otherwise you can’t enter."
The Zachmann Family, at least, is notable in Beijing.
As one of Beijing’s favored daughters, Caryn Zachmann had never suffered such indignity.
But she knew well what kind of place Rhein District was.
Even though the Zachmann Family held influence and status in Beijing, in a place like Rhein District, it’s nothing much.
Despite her blood rushing to her head, furious enough to want to confront Nathalie Quinlan imdiately, she dared not force her way in.
After the guard instructed her to call her relative out, he ignored her.
Caryn’s face turned cold, she walked aside, opened her bag, and took out her phone, found Nathalie’s phone number, and dialed.
The results were evident.
She had long been blocked by Nathalie Quinlan.
Her call couldn’t even get through.
Her temples were pulsing, Caryn took a deep breath, walked back to the guard, and asked to borrow his phone: "Excuse , my phone’s service is suspended due to unpaid fees, could I borrow your phone to make a call? I’ll ask her to co down to get ."
The guard, seeing she was clad in head-to-toe luxury brands, was surprised her service was suspended due to unpaid fees. He sized her up with surprise, then said after a while: "Wait a mont."
As he scrutinized her with bewildernt, Caryn wished she could find a hole to hide in, yet she could only stand stiffly on the spot, her face numb, pretending not to notice the guard’s disdain in his eyes.
Fortunately, the guard returned with a phone, handing her a black, old-fashioned phone: "Here, hurry up and call, once you finish, get her to co down and get you."
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