He didn’t know, and Nathalie Quinlan knew even less.
For her, whether it was an admission banquet or a family recognition banquet, it was just a al everyone had together.
She had no plans to move into the Zachmann Family.
She was just going there early to eat.
The elders wanted to eat, she had no objections.
Audrick Zachmann pondered for a mont, still unclear why his grandfather was so anxious, then stood and said to them, "I’m going to make a phone call to ask."
He hurried out.
Alfred Garland, quick-witted, imdiately found an excuse and followed him out.
The living room was then left with only Nathalie Quinlan and Amadeus Yancey.
Amadeus Yancey looked at the girl languidly nested in the sofa, her eyes dull, and curled his lips into a smile, his voice husky, "Would you die if you didn’t act all high and mighty?"
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t even twitch an eyebrow, glanced in his direction, unfazed, tiredly said, "Ah, she used my stuff and then told the thunderstorm hit her, that she was muddied but unbending. If that’s not putting on airs, what is? I was just asking sincerely, no other aning."
"... your ’sincere’ question probably left her unable to recover for a good while, and she’s unlikely to reply to you now."
Amadeus Yancey was telling the blunt truth, if Ghania Quinlan replied now, it would be like setting herself up for Nathalie to hit her, only a fool would reply.
Nathalie picked up the water bottle from the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. Her lips beautifully shaped and glossy, she drew even more attention after drinking.
Amadeus Yancey’s gaze rested on her for a mont, and his eyes darkened even further, suddenly walked over, positioned himself in front of the sofa, and cornered the girl inside.
Lowering his head to her nape, his face charmingly stirring, eyes shimring, "Speaking of which, the college entrance exam results also ca out, you promised to give an answer."
Nathalie didn’t expect him to bring this up, fell silent for a mont.
Seeing her not speaking, Amadeus Yancey’s tone was teasing yet carried an urgent, pressing undertone, "Haven’t decided yet?"
Nathalie, seeing him getting closer, knew she wouldn’t be off the hook today without giving him a definite answer, was just about to say, "... It’s not that I haven’t decided yet."
When her phone inconveniently lit up.
Amadeus Yancey, watching her attention captured by the phone, squinted his eyes, nearly unable to suppress his temper and was about to grab her phone and throw it away.
But Mr. Yancey still restrained himself, waiting for her to answer the phone first.
After waiting so long, he could afford the ti of one phone call.
Nathalie, actually quite annoyed by the pressure, so when her phone rang, she sighed in relief, but upon seeing the caller ID, she got annoyed again.
If this call had co at any other ti, she wouldn’t have answered.
But now, with trouble in front and behind, taking the call would at least give her a few more minutes to think.
So she slowly answered the call.
"Hello."
...
"Nathalie Quinlan, what tricks did you use to make Lighten Chaser defend you? Don’t think I don’t know, you must have egged Lighten Chaser on to reply to on Twitter. You target at every turn, do you find it amusing?"
Ghania Quinlan’s voice was full of rage, frustration, and agitation.
"Are you that jealous of ? Jealous to the point where you want to see fail and lose my reputation."
Nathalie, who had been thinking about the question Amadeus just asked her, was a bit distracted, heard her explosive allegation, curled her lips disdainfully, "Jealous of you? Ghania Quinlan, you’ve got it backwards."
"Whether I’m jealous or not, you know very well! From childhood, I’ve always been better than you, more loved by our parents. I know you’ve always been resentful, but back then you didn’t know you were not their biological child. You yielded to everywhere, put on a persona of non-competition to try and win our parents’ affection, but in the end, nobody loved you, Nathalie Quinlan, nobody loves you!"
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