The Overseas dical Association’s Twitter post had over a hundred thousand retweets and comnts.
The heat is very high.
As soon as she opened it, she saw the top comnt full of insults.
[Orange runner: Get lost!]
This comnt had over 200,000 likes.
The second comnt was also telling the Overseas dical Association to get lost, the third was the sa, the fourth one as well... Caryn Zachmann looked through them one by one.
The comnt section of the Overseas dical Association was either full of people cursing her or dissing the Association for being hypocritical and shaless.
There was basically no one speaking up for them.
It can be said that even though the Overseas dical Association was quick to kneel and apologize, the effect was very poor! Coupled with Mr. Avalon’s withdrawal from their association... The Association’s reputation has dropped to the freezing point. If they can’t manage to win back Mr. Avalon, it is foreseeable that the Overseas dical Association will drop out from the list of world-class dical organizations in the future.
And the consequences of all this...
Caryn Zachmann couldn’t imagine how to deal with the ss outside in the future.
How would the people in Beijing’s circle view her?
And how would her family view her?
Caryn Zachmann’s head was filled with thoughts of being finished, her whole body started to tremble, her face pale, she almost couldn’t hold her phone anymore.
Zevaney Kingsley watched her go from putting on airs to being unable to hold it together, not sympathizing with her, her mocking gaze landed on Caryn Zachmann, speaking lightly: "Did you steal the dicine?"
Caryn Zachmann seed to have been hit in the vital spot, her whole body shuddered, suddenly lifting her head to look at Zevaney Kingsley, the bloodshot eyes from a sleepless night all red.
"I know that dicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan..." Zevaney Kingsley slowly opened her mouth.
Caryn Zachmann’s head was still buzzing, suddenly hearing her say ’the dicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan’, she stared at Zevaney Kingsley again, her voice hoarse and broken: "You said who made the dicine?"
"Heh." Zevaney Kingsley hadn’t expected her to not even know this, she slightly lifted her chin, motioned her to look at her phone again, speaking scornfully: "You don’t even know whose stuff you stole and dare to rant on Twitter... Look at Twitter for yourself, there are emails from dical certification organizations on it."
Caryn Zachmann bit her lip and imdiately went to search.
This matter has high heat, recently dominating the hot search list.
She randomly searched and many related Twitter posts popped up, Caryn Zachmann looked at the previous posts, opened the picture, and imdiately saw the emails Zevaney Kingsley ntioned.
The emails were written very clearly.
—The dicine formula she previously applied for a patent was owned by Nathalie Quinlan!
Caryn Zachmann seed to have been hit by a sledgehamr, almost unable to catch her breath, the hand holding the phone so forceful that veins were bulging, but this was nothing compared to the blow to her soul at the mont.
The realization that she thought she had everything under control, only to find out she was just a clown almost tore her soul apart!
Zevaney Kingsley didn’t care how bad her face looked, continued what she hadn’t finished saying earlier: "I know that dicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan. Ms. Zachmann, is it convenient for you to send a ssage to your family? I’d like to see her first."
She spoke politely, as if seeking Caryn Zachmann’s opinion.
But in reality, the pressure from her was too heavy, her deanor fully showed an aura of superiority, she wasn’t really seeking Caryn Zachmann’s opinion, just saying it nicely.
Caryn Zachmann was still imrsed in the blow that ’the small pill was made by Nathalie Quinlan’, did not imdiately respond to her.
Zevaney Kingsley was not in a hurry, stood up, gave a look to the person beside her and left first.
"Keep an eye on her."
The middle-aged man coldly instructed, following Zevaney Kingsley’s steps out.
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