"Three days?" Ivy Wilmar imdiately frowned in dissatisfaction, and coldly said to him, "Tell that Simon Cadwell, I give him only one day. If he can’t give results by tomorrow night, I need to find soone higher up to investigate, and they’ll investigate him too!"
The Wilmar Family had the power to make such demands with confidence.
In this circle, it was a case of the big fish eating the small fish, and the small fish eating the shrimp.
Being a big fish in the circle ca with absolute authority in speech, and since Simon Cadwell was inexperienced and insisted on opposing them for the sake of the Zachmann Family, Ivy Wilmar wasn’t intimidated. The Zachmann Family had connections, but so did the Wilmar Family, with even more certainty!
This ti, she was determined to seek justice for Jecksen Wilmar!
Juan Wilmar had been dissatisfied with Simon Cadwell’s delaying tactics for a while. Upon hearing her speak that way, he slightly curved his mouth upwards and said imdiately, "Alright, I’ll tell him."
*
Inside the interrogation room.
Nathalie Quinlan had just seen off the accusing Ivy Wilmar when Simon Cadwell entered with his phone to find her.
Without much to say, he handed the phone to Nathalie Quinlan, "Ms. Quinlan, there is a video call for you. Please take it."
"Huh? Who’s calling?"
"Um..." Simon Cadwell didn’t even dare to ntion the na, and vaguely stuffed the phone into Nathalie Quinlan’s hand, "It’s a phone call, Ms. Quinlan, just look and you’ll know."
"..."
Nathalie Quinlan, sitting laxly and without form in the chair, wasn’t able to leave since Owen Yapiter hadn’t arrived. Upon hearing Simon Cadwell say there was a phone call for her, she wondered why they didn’t call her directly but had Simon Cadwell deliver it instead.
At the sight of Alfred Garland’s face, her temples throbbed violently.
Alfred Garland wasn’t the focus, the focus was the person beside him!
Amadeus Yancey.
She imdiately understood why Simon Cadwell had been unwilling to say the na.
"Ms. Quinlan, are you alright?" As soon as Alfred Garland saw her, he imdiately asked with visible concern, his face showing genuine worry.
"No..."
Nathalie Quinlan’s voice was quite hoarse.
She had been leaning halfway back in the chair, her legs thrown over the side. Now, she had to sit up straight, holding the phone. When she raised her eyes, she saw Simon Cadwell slip away faster than anyone else, making a gesture and mouthing ’take your ti, I’m going out’.
Before Nathalie Quinlan even had the chance to call out to him, he ran faster than a rabbit and had already gone out.
"Why did you think to call Mr. Cadwell?" She reluctantly shifted her gaze, speaking in an overtly calm manner.
Alfred Garland was worried about her being bullied by herself at the police station. Seeing her composed deanor fed his relief, and his eyes began to sneak a peek at the person beside him as he stamringly said, "Amadeus thought maybe your phone was confiscated and unreachable, so he decided to call Simon Cadwell to pass the phone to you..."
Actually, the main reason was Amadeus had sent a ssage to Ms. Quinlan asking, ’Where are you?’, and Ms. Quinlan didn’t reply.
Amadeus then assud her phone might have been confiscated. Worried, he thought of this roundabout thod.
Seeing Nathalie Quinlan’s state, one glance was enough to know that she hadn’t been heavily restricted in her freedom. She hadn’t replied to Amadeus’s ssage, possibly simply because... she didn’t want to!
He ntally lit a candle for his own Amadeus.
On the surface, he asked apprehensively, "Ms. Quinlan, your phone..."
Nathalie Quinlan picked up the phone from the table in front of him, squinting at the corners of her eyes, visibly irritated as she checked it. Sure enough, there was a ssage from Amadeus Yancey.
She clicked to view it.
[Amadeus Yancey: Where are you?]
The air fell silent for two seconds.
Nathalie Quinlan put down the phone, raised her head, her dark eyes shining with sincerity and asked, "Well... I say I didn’t see it, do you believe ?"
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