Mr. Wilmar’s illness is urgent; if he doesn’t undergo surgery soon, it may be too late.
Yet Mr. Lowie insists on not letting Professor Adelle operate on the old gentleman. If they keep delaying, and should anything serious happen to Mr. Wilmar, other things aside, those elders in the family certainly won’t let Mr. Lowie off the hook.
Mr. Wilmar had always been the most affectionate towards Mr. Lowie. He had watched Lowie Wilmar grow up since he was a child and, in his heart, he naturally sided with Lowie.
But this matter really couldn’t be ssed up. All he could do was hope that the ’miracle doctor’ from McKinney had so real skills!
He had just put down his phone when he saw a girl walking towards him.
Having lived to his age, he had long since beco indifferent to romantic affairs and was not so concerned about appearances, but that girl was indeed too eye-catching.
Her black hoodie draped over her, making her fair skin even more dazzling. She had a long neck with a red mole on her nape. Perhaps due to the weather, she kept her hands tucked in her pockets as if she was listening to music, earphones plugged in, slowly walking this way.
Finally, she stopped right in front of him.
Lifting her hood, the old butler saw an excessively pretty face, her clear, distinct eyes looking at him. She asked politely, "Hello, were you the one who called just now?"
The old butler was stunned on the spot, not responding right away, looking in astonishnt at the girl who could not have been over 20 years old, gazing at her excessively youthful face, he spoke in a lost voice, "You are... Ms. Quinlan?"
This...
The ’miracle doctor’ from McKinney, so young?!
Nathalie Quinlan curled the ends of her eyes as her gaze touched his graying hair. She nodded politely, "Hello, I am Nathalie Quinlan. You can just call by my na."
The old butler: "..."
Now wasn’t the ti to worry about how to address her; he couldn’t imagine what the family’s reaction would be once he brought this ’miracle doctor’ from McKinney back with him.
The Wilmar Family was probably going to turn upside down!
*
En route to the Wilmar Family, Nathalie Quinlan casually sent a ssage to Lowie Wilmar, letting him know she was already in the car.
After replying to the ssage, she opened a ga worried she might fall asleep in the car.
At this mont, the Wilmar family estate was bustling, with many cars bearing license plates starting with zero parked at the entrance of the white walls and gray tiles. The cars were not necessarily all luxurious, but those in the know understood that in Beijing, owners of cars with license plates beginning with zero were generally bigwigs in the business world.
They were the kind of people who made the news.
Sadam Vinson had also arrived today, landing at the airport at nine o’clock. Without going ho, he received a phone call and rushed over right away.
He was yawning incessantly, his entire deanor exuding a ’keep out’ aura.
Govert Griffin, who had co with him, saw his incessant yawning and the dark circles under his eyes, and joked, "Mr. Vinson, you look like you haven’t slept all night, don’t tell ..."
"Don’t f**king speculate!" Sadam Vinson kicked him away, saying impatiently, "Had to fly abroad for sothing, just got back. You’d be the sa after sitting on an airplane for over a dozen hours; how could you expect to be any more alert?"
Govert Griffin touched his nose and smartly did not ask what he had been doing abroad.
Sadam Vinson and Amadeus were from the sa circle. He was still a notch below them; it was best not to pry into what their circle did. Asking too much might make you disliked.
He had no intention of being ousted from the circle over re gossip.
Just then, he noticed a tall figure passing by and whispered in a hushed voice, "Mr. Vinson, it’s Ms. Zachmann. She surely ca with Professor Adelle. I’ll ask her about Mr. Wilmar’s condition."
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