Zachmann Family.
Caryn Zachmann had just finished her shower and was blow-drying her hair when Audrick Zachmann’s call ca through.
She saw the incoming call flashing on her phone and didn’t want to answer it.
But Audrick was clearly quite persistent, calling twice in a row, clearly not planning to stop until she picked up.
Caryn Zachmann was quite annoyed, letting her half-dried hair hang over her shoulders as she walked toward the dressing table, picking up the phone with impatience.
"Hello."
She had just answered with a greeting.
On the other end, Audrick’s cold voice imdiately said, "Caryn Zachmann, delete your Twitter post right now!"
Caryn was already reluctant to take his call, knowing he rarely had anything pleasant to say, always bringing sothing she didn’t want to hear.
However, Audrick’s imdiate demand to delete her Twitter post successfully infuriated her, and she retorted unceremoniously, "Why don’t you tell Nathalie to delete hers? Get it straight — she’s the one who started the trouble with on Twitter, not the other way around."
On the phone, there was a montary pause from Audrick. After the short pause, he calmly asked, "The Pharmaceutical Association said you stole sothing. Did you steal anything?"
This question undeniably hit Caryn’s most sensitive and unwelco spot.
Caryn almost instantly beca angry and asked him, "What did I steal? Do they have evidence? They just made so offhand comnt without presenting any proof, and you call to question . Am I your sister or not?"
"Why does it seem like you’re part of Nathalie’s family, and I’m just an outsider?"
Audrick already knew she would bring this up, and his voice remained steady and cold, full of warning: "I’ve told you many tis not to provoke Nathalie. You’d better delete that Twitter post before things get out of hand and unmanageable."
Caryn no longer wanted to listen to him, angrily hanging up the phone.
Just after she hung up, there was a knock at the door.
She put her phone on silent, took a deep breath, composed herself, walked over, and opened the door to see Hendrik Zachmann standing there.
"Brother."
Seeing Hendrik, Caryn felt slightly better and stepped aside to let him in.
Hendrik walked in from outside, his sharp gaze sweeping around her room, then walked over to the desk, pulled up a chair, leaned slightly against it without sitting down, and looked up at her: "Did you post on Twitter?"
Caryn was about to close the door and continue blow-drying her hair, but hearing his question, she stopped and looked at Hendrik, her eyes growing impatient: "Brother, don’t tell you’re also here to ask to delete my Twitter post?"
Hendrik was taken aback.
Caryn saw his reaction and could already see his purpose for coming, growing even more frustrated: "Audrick just called to ask to delete my Twitter post, and I refused."
Hendrik, successful from a young age and having joined Maybelissa early, though later expelled, was undeniably skilled in many areas.
It was impossible for soone like him not to understand the implication in his sister’s words.
Nevertheless, he spoke to the girl: "I’m not saying you can’t post on Twitter, but you shouldn’t involve the Chinese dicine Departnt and Mr. Avalon. Mr. Avalon is your elder; by stirring things up, many online comnters go after Mr. Avalon..."
Caryn remained unmoved, showing no intention of deleting her Twitter post, and countered emotionlessly, "They quit the Overseas dical Association without thinking about my feelings, or whether the netizens would go after . Why should I consider their feelings?"
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