He didn’t believe that Nathalie Quinlan, at her age, could book a place like Waterfront Pavilion, so when she ntioned a general restaurant, he smiled proudly and said, "We’ll see, I might not be able to find the ti."
He didn’t completely shut down the idea, and he said quite sincerely, "I’ll try to make so ti. If I can, I’ll give you a call."
Nathalie Quinlan nodded, "Alright. If you have ti, let know, and I’ll reserve a spot."
Myles Sullivan looked at her exceptionally attractive face, his gaze filled with a hint of regret but mostly brimming with the confidence and superiority that ca from his own strength.
Realizing he couldn’t sway Nathalie Quinlan on the spot, he set aside his desire to win her over for the ti being. His expression relaxed, and he looked at the girl before him, asking, "Nathalie, how are your parents treating you now?"
He probably had heard a bit about Nathalie Quinlan’s biological parents, seemingly the Zachmann Family of McKinney.
He knew the Zachmann Family. The old man of the Zachmann Family had wide connections in Beijing and wielded so power. He had decent relationships with the Yancey Family and other families, quite a character indeed.
Without ntioning Jeff Quinlan and the others, Nathalie Quinlan could still talk to him. She leaned back, her shoulders relaxed, and said, "It’s alright."
As for the specifics, she didn’t want to share too much with Myles Sullivan.
Myles Sullivan just asked casually, probably not truly concerned, but he did have a liking for Nathalie and held her in high regard. Therefore, he said, "You might want to reconsider your trip to Beijing. You can change your mind anyti before I leave McKinney."
Before Nathalie Quinlan could reply, he added, "Even if you decide to go to Tsinghua University on your own in the end, you can still contact in Beijing. I don’t have many relatives, but I know a few people there. I can take you out for a al and so fun."
These words softened the cold, hard lines of Nathalie Quinlan’s jaw, and she humd in response before switching the topic.
Myles Sullivan, worldly and well-connected in Beijing, genuinely wanted to win Nathalie over. As he chatted, he could touch on any subject under the sun. Not only was he good at conversation, but he was also careful with his expressions of concern for Nathalie, which made him much more approachable than the forceful Jeff Quinlan and Emilia Sullivan.
Thanks to his deliberate efforts, the atmosphere in the coffee shop was very harmonious.
Until Nathalie Quinlan’s phone began to vibrate frequently.
[Edric: Sister, Uncle Sullivan and I are ho now. (Photo)]
The ssage was accompanied by a photo of them at ho.
[Edric: Uncle Sullivan helped with my rehabilitation. My ankle still hurts, but I will listen to you, sister, and recover well. Once I’m better, I can go shopping with you. Heehee~]
Below was a round, yellow smiling face.
With ssages continually coming in, Nathalie started to check her phone non-stop. Sotis it wasn’t intentional, but she couldn’t help wanting to see what the little guy sent her whenever the phone vibrated.
Holding the phone in one hand, she glanced between the ssages and Myles Sullivan occasionally, her attention clearly drifting toward the phone more than the conversation.
[Edric: Sister, will you co ho for dinner tonight?]
This ti it was a face of innocence.
Nathalie Quinlan looked at the phone with her dark eyes, her fingers resting on it as she slouched in an informal manner.
That air of unruliness just ca through!
Myles Sullivan’s coffee was nearly finished just as Nathalie Quinlan stood up first and said, "Uncle Sullivan, it’s about ti for to head back. Rember to call if you’re free, and don’t forget about the al."
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