"It’s like this, I have heard all about the trouble she caused, and it’s my fault for not educating her properly, causing you trouble at work. We are willing to compensate for what should be compensated, and I’ll have her apologize where she should. Could you see to not detaining her?"
Fighting can result in administrative detention for up to half a month depending on the severity of the incident. He wasn’t concerned about whether Nathalie would be detained; he simply didn’t want to tarnish the Quinlan family’s reputation.
Nathalie’s gaze was mocking.
The young police officer looked at him, then at Nathalie, showing a troubled expression on his face, hesitating as if he had more to say, "Well, Mr. Quinlan, it seems there might be a misunderstanding, Nathalie... she..."
Jeff was puzzled about what could have been misunderstood when he saw a McKinney car with the plate MKK0089 stop at the entrance of the police station.
Usually, cars starting with ’00’ are public vehicles.
He was wondering who it might be when a person got out of the car and walked quickly their way.
The officer by his side imdiately took off his cap and saluted respectfully, "Good day, Chief!"
Only then did Jeff recognize the man hurrying over. If it weren’t for the police chief of the southern McKinney area, who would it be?
Since the Quinlan family mainly dealt in real estate business, encounters with thugs and troublemakers were inevitable, and they usually maintained a good relationship with the police. Recognizing the man, his expression changed abruptly, and he went forward to et him, reaching out both hands, "Mr. Cadwell, I didn’t expect to et you here..."
His flattery was evident on his face, hardly hidden.
Simon had hurried over from a al, and when he suddenly stepped in front, he was montarily puzzled as he shook his hand, a question in his eyes, "You are?"
"Jeff Quinlan from Quinlan Group. I had the fortune to dine with you a few tis before."
His expression turned to one of recognition, "Ah, I know Quinlan Group. So you’re Mr. Quinlan. What brings you here?"
Jeff began apologetically, "It’s embarrassing to say, Mr. Cadwell, I’m here because of Nathalie..."
He struggled with each word, deeply regretting his own presence. If he had known he would run into Simon, he wouldn’t have co to the police station to fetch soone. It was so embarrassing!
However, as soon as he had finished speaking, Simon changed his previously indifferent attitude, warmly squeezed Jeff’s hand, and interrupted him very politely, "It’s for Nathalie? I didn’t know you were her father, Mr. Quinlan. You have a good daughter!"
"Uh..." Jeff was taken aback for a mont.
What did Mr. Cadwell an by that?
Nathalie had gotten into a fight and ended up at the police station, so how did she beco a good daughter?
Was he confused?
Jeff couldn’t figure out what Simon was getting at, so he cautiously continued, "Well, it’s embarrassing to say, but she’s always been this way, not sensible since she was a little girl..."
Thinking he was just being modest, Simon laughed and patted Jeff on the shoulder to stop him, "Mr. Quinlan, you’re too modest. If your daughter is not sensible, then what does that make my young rascal? She attends McKinney No. 1 Middle School, right?"
Bringing this up, Jeff felt even more awkward, "...Yes, she just transferred there, her grades aren’t good."
"Haha, Mr. Quinlan, like I said, you’re too modest, and you keep being so with . You might be overdoing it!"
Simon continued to laugh as he sized up Nathalie. His eyes were curious and puzzled, but not scornful, and he said cheerfully, "I’ve heard that Nathalie got into Class A. In the future, she will definitely attend a prestigious university. Our McKinney will have yet another talent!"
"..."
Nathalie?
Class A?
Jeff’s eyes went wide, lost in a fog, unable to find his bearings for a long while, his throat dry, "Could there have been a mistake?"
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