Jeff Quinlan had intended to ask what exactly happened that night, but seeing that he himself was clueless, he felt sowhat a headache.
Freddy Cagwin was still in detention during the interrogation, and their visiting ti was very short. They hardly exchanged a few words when the visitation ti ended.
After sending Aunt Cagwin back to the hospital, Jeff Quinlan returned ho.
They had previously lived in a villa in Rose Garden, but later, due to the company’s operational difficulties, the house was temporarily mortgaged. They were now staying in a high-end duplex apartnt in the city center, which was in Emilia Sullivan’s na and was temporarily unaffected.
The apartnt was large, and its interior was designed by McKinney’s famous design team at the ti. The whole house’s style was European, elegant and imposing.
Before they bought the villa in Rose Garden, they had always lived here.
When Jeff arrived ho, he changed his shoes, took off his coat, and casually placed it on the sofa.
Emilia Sullivan, while applying a facial mask and ssaging Ghania, saw him co in. She took off the mask from her face and asked, "Husband, where have you been? You just got ho and then rushed out again. Who called you? Is it about the company?"
Without Pinecone Group’s backing, Quinlan Properties had been struggling these past few months, yet it still clung to life.
Jeff Quinlan had plenty to do every day, often busy until midnight before returning ho. Emilia Sullivan felt sorry for him, but being clueless in business, she couldn’t offer much help.
Seeing him return with a tired face, she took her phone and said with a smile, "I was just ssaging Ghania, and she told she succeeded in her music departnt interview and was even noticed by Professor Derliand. He wants her to minor in finance. Finance is one of Tsinghua University’s two most formidable departnts, and Professor Derliand is a renowned financial expert in the country. With Ghania studying under him, her future is boundless..."
She was truly happy for Ghania Quinlan, her face brimming with joy, making her appear much younger and regaining the proud and fortunate deanor of Mrs. Quinlan.
Holding her phone, she was so elated she wished to shout from the rooftops, her smile so broad her eyes almost disappeared, and she said, "I knew Ghania would definitely get into Tsinghua! Now she’s caught Professor Derliand’s eye too. What’s this? This is a turn for the better after a stroke of luck!"
"Rember when that ingrate caused Ghania to lose her guaranteed spot at National Artists University? Who could have imagined she would get into Tsinghua? Now look, Ghania didn’t go to National Artists University, but she got into Tsinghua, which is even better! Tch, I really want to see that little wretch’s reaction when she finds out!"
She continued, unable to suppress her triumph, slightly lifting her chin as she spoke, "I heard that ingrate didn’t get accepted and is flying back to McKinney tomorrow. I’ve always said she got into the A class at No. 1 Middle School through backdoor dealings, but none of you believed . Now it’s proven I was right, isn’t it?"
"She was with our family for over ten years with such grades, never once in the top ten of her class. With her scores, how could she suddenly beco a genius the mont she left our family, going from thirtieth in the class to first place? What’s fake will always be fake, no matter how well the Zachmann Family packages her up. Once in Beijing, her true colors showed!"
For more than half a year, Ghania had been overwheld by Nathalie Quinlan, and she too felt like she was suffocating.
That Nathalie Quinlan was a curse!
Over the past six months, every ti she felt she could hold her head high, Nathalie would fiercely slap her in the face, leaving her caught off guard and at a loss repeatedly.
But now, she could indeed hold her head high with pride!
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