The rose garden was in chaos at the mont.
The moving company had arrived, but Ghania Quinlan was hiding in her room, refusing to co out.
Overnight, Jeff Quinlan had aged considerably. The elegance he had once maintained through privilege and comfort was worn away by recent setbacks, leaving only exhaustion. He sat on the sofa, ignoring the movers coming and going, his red-rimd eyes staring at the phone in his hand.
It couldn’t be sent!
Still couldn’t be sent!
After sending seven or eight ssages that all ca back as rejected, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and slumped back against the sofa, his face the picture of defeat, seemingly even older than just a mont before.
At this ti, Emilia Sullivan approached anxiously, saw him staring at his phone on the sofa, and couldn’t help but say, "Jeff, Ghania has been staying in her room upstairs since she ca back, should I go check on her?"
At this mont, Jeff Quinlan had already realized that he was blocked, and didn’t have the energy to care about anything. Hearing the words, he only lifted his eyelids, his head not even rising as he said, "Don’t bother with her, let her be alone."
"Are you sure it’s fine?" Emilia Sullivan still felt uneasy, frequently glancing towards the direction of the upstairs bedroom, "Ghania didn’t look well when she ca back..."
Jeff Quinlan didn’t have the energy to comfort her, simply saying wearily, "She’s not as fragile as you think. She’s probably just been hit hard, let her be alone for a while to digest it, it’s better than you going up to comfort her a hundred tis!"
Originally, soone from their family was guaranteed a place at a prestigious Beijing school, looking like they’d soar to great heights—it was supposed to be her. But not only had she lost her guaranteed spot at National Artists University, Nathalie had even gained favor from a better school, Tsinghua University. Anyone would feel uncomfortable about it!
Jeff Quinlan understood Ghania’s feelings at that mont; he knew that instead of comforting her now, it was better to let Ghania be alone to vent her emotions...
Seeing that he was so resolute, Emilia Sullivan dropped the idea of going upstairs to comfort Ghania. Observing his defeated and numb stance, she pursed her lips and said, "Jeff, don’t be like this, we haven’t reached a dead end yet..."
Jeff Quinlan looked up at her, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he nodded perfunctorily, "Mhm."
But he alone knew how feeble this nod was!
Quinlan Realty was like a train with its tail on fire, unable to stop.
Now the Pinecone Group had completely turned against them. Before Ghania’s birthday party, they hadn’t attacked them, rely announcing quietly that they wouldn’t cooperate with them. But after the party, it turned into an overt suppression.
Silvania Ingram even sent out a ssage that whoever dared to cooperate with Quinlan Realty was disrespecting her!
In the limited business circle of McKinney, with Silvania Ingram backed by the Ingram Family of Beijing and in possession of a huge conglorate like the Pinecone Group, once she spoke out, how many in McKinney dared to cooperate with them?
Coupled with the continuous setbacks in the projects they had applied to develop, and being turned down when trying to go through official channels for loans to turn over their capital... If they weren’t at their wits’ end, they wouldn’t have thought about selling their house.
He knew in his heart that the only way to get out of their current predicant was through one person—Nathalie Quinlan!
If Nathalie was willing to co forward on their side, this deadlock wasn’t insurmountable.
So he kept sending ssages hoping to nd the relationship, after two days of ssages sinking like stones in the sea and now being blocked.
He understood in his heart that Nathalie would no longer give them another chance...
So, this was a checkmate!
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