At night, back at the villa, she had to stay up late to repeatedly watch and record the experintal videos from the day, using the simulation laboratory Amadeus Yancey prepared for her, to go through the process herself.
Nathalie Quinlan was so busy that her feet didn’t touch the ground.
Under the sa eave, Sadam Vinson was idle to boredom.
Since Alfred Garland returned from Beijing, he no longer needed to worry about the big and small matters in the villa, and the quality of the food soared back to the days of lavish feasts, far from the miserable tis when Alfred Garland wasn’t ho.
Even breakfast had more than two options, no longer was he forced to munch on a slice of bread every morning to fill his stomach.
The great material satisfaction led to Sadam Vinson feeling an empty void in his heart these days, unfortunately Nathalie Quinlan was too busy, hardly having ti to play gas with him.
Amadeus Yancey was even less likely to play gas with him.
Only when Alfred might occasionally find so free ti, he would play a few rounds with him.
On this day.
Sadam Vinson, as usual, sprawled on the sofa, picking up his phone to shout in the small group, preparing to gather people to play gas.
He had just entered the ga interface.
Then he heard Govert Griffin speaking over the voice chat: "Mr. Vinson, Ms. Quinlan is still at the relatives’ in McKinney?"
"Hmm?" Sadam Vinson lazily occupied the large sofa by himself, legs stretched out over the tea table, with an indifferent deanor: "Uh, she’s still in McKinney. What’s up?"
Govert Griffin seed hesitant: "I heard..."
"Just say it directly, don’t be so hesitant." Sadam Vinson was impatient, seeing him stutter without saying anything for a while, his tone was a bit irritable.
"I wasn’t not saying, it’s mainly because I just heard, I haven’t confird it yet." Govert Griffin quickly explained upon seeing him angry.
After explaining, he dared not keep it a secret any longer: "I heard that Uncle Zachmann almost had a car accident yesterday."
Sadam Vinson had already gathered enough people, they had clicked start to match.
Upon hearing this, his actions paused, his expression suddenly turning serious, his whole body swiftly sitting up straight from the sofa, a slight change in his face: "Who did you hear from?! The Uncle Zachmann you’re talking about, is it..."
The Zachmann Family has two sons.
One is Stanley Zachmann, the other Leonardy Zachmann.
He was unsure who Govert Griffin was referring to.
"...I’m referring to Ms. Quinlan’s father, Mr. Zachmann." Govert Griffin said vaguely: "I also heard from a distant relative my mom has who works as a traffic police, he said he was called in to handle the transcript. As for the details, I’m not clear."
"I later made phone calls to find connections and ask, but the news is very tightly kept, I couldn’t find out anything."
Govert Griffin is an astute person.
If this matter was just nonsense from his distant relative, it would be impossible he couldn’t find out a thing.
The more firmly sealed it is, the more possible it proves that it’s true.
Only then did Govert Griffin ntion it.
"Mr. Vinson, do you know how long Ms. Quinlan will be staying at the relatives’ in McKinney, when is she coming back?" Govert Griffin asked Sadam Vinson again.
"Not sure yet." Sadam Vince was in no mood to deal with him: "I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m logging off first."
With that, he exited the ga.
Then, in a hurry, he got up, grabbed his phone, prepared to go out and tell Amadeus Yancey about this.
As he reached the door.
Amadeus Yancey and Alfred Garland both returned.
"Amadeus, I need to tell you sothing." Sadam Vinson quickly approached, intending to inform him about Stanley Zachmann’s near accident.
Before he could say anything.
He saw Amadeus Yancey heading straight into the living room, instructing Alfred Garland: "Go call Vincent Moore and Zed Moore back."
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