"Sure, Mr. Ingram," Jethro Yapiter took out his notebook and wrote it down.
Silvania Ingram put down her phone, walked back, her gaze darkened, a stark contrast to her previous tenderness, her eyes extrely cold, and the line of her jaw turned sharp and austere.
"Heh, I originally thought that after Nathalie left the Quinlan Family and found her biological father, things would be a bit better than at the Quinlans. But it turns out even the Zachmann Family has its troubles! Celine Tucker and her daughter have made such smug calculations, thinking that with Caryn Zachmann not returning, no one would bother attending Nathalie’s entrance celebration banquet?"
Jethro Yapiter quickly raised his head but did not chi in.
Deep down, however, he was very clear on the recent troubleso maneuvers of Ms. Zachmann from the Zachmann Family; for her own cousin’s graduation party, she would rather run off to a dical laboratory than co back ho, seemingly afraid that no one would notice her disdain for Ms. Quinlan.
Heh, it’s rather ironic how Ms. Zachmann holds herself so high, probably still unaware that this year’s lack of sponsorship from Pinecone Group for her tutor Adelle Wafford’s dical research project is because her tutor, just like herself, was blind to offending Ms. Quinlan.
Silvania Ingram suppressed the irritation in her heart, yet anger still flashed in the depths of her eyes: "They wish!"
"Mr. Ingram, our connections are in McKinney, after all, Beijing is not our turf..." Jethro Yapiter equally disapproved of Celine Tucker’s and Caryn Zachmann’s actions, but had his own concerns.
Silvania Ingram had thought of this, which is why she had initially held back her temper, but who would have thought that just as she heard Caryn Zachmann had ’no ti’ to co back for dinner today, she would suddenly have ’ti’ to return tomorrow!
She couldn’t suppress her anger in an instant.
"We still have the Ingram Family."
Silvania Ingram paused, her eyebrows beating rapidly, and she raised her hand to her forehead pressing lightly, her face stern, her tone dripping with impatience: "Steffie has not stopped pulling strings to ask for my help over the years. Luckily I am free today, you drive, I’m going back there."
While the Ingram Family couldn’t compete with the Yancey Family, the Wilmars, or the Zachmann Family in Beijing, they were still stronger than the Hoffman Family.
Although they had declined sowhat due to the family split in recent years, there were still several influential people in the family. Since the split over a decade ago, Silvania Ingram had not returned.
With the Pinecone Group’s growth over the years, her net worth soared along with its success. The Ingram Family had covertly approached her several tis, attempting to heal the rift between them, but Silvania Ingram did not care to entertain the notion. Yet now, for the sake of Nathalie, she was willing to personally make a trip to the Ingram Family to have a al.
That indicated how important Nathalie was in her heart.
Jethro Yapiter saw her pick up her handbag and car keys, silently following her, taking the car keys for her: "Mr. Ingram, I’ll go start the car."
Silvania Ingram absent-mindedly handed over the car keys, her brows still furrowed in consternation, muttering to herself: "I wonder if anyone from the Yancey Family will attend Nathalie’s entrance celebration banquet... If soone from the Yancey Family cos, it wouldn’t be so troubleso."
*
Nathalie Quinlan’s flight landed at Capital City Airport at half-past ten.
Before disembarking, she had taken a nap. Amadeus Yancey provided her with a blanket and a blindfold. At first, she couldn’t sleep, but then she rested with her eyes closed for over an hour and managed to doze off for a while.
As soon as she got off the plane, she powered on her phone and dozens of ssages flooded in. Nathalie didn’t have ti to check them before Leonardy Zachmann’s call ca through.
She just walked out of the flight terminal with Amadeus Yancey and others, the Yancey Family’s car was waiting outside the airport.
Amadeus Yancey opened the car door for her.
With one hand in her pocket, Nathalie got into the car, while holding her phone to her ear with the other: "Hello."
"Nathalie, have you arrived in Beijing?"
The black Hongqi car slowly headed towards the Imperial Hotel. The air conditioning was on inside the car, air was stagnant, making it a bit stuffy. Nathalie lowered the car window, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside, her voice low and hoarse: "I’ve arrived, just got off the plane."
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