A slight smile, "I didn’t an to question Mr. Avalon’s judgnt in people, I just wanted to get to know the girl a bit. She also studies Chinese dicine, extrely talented, with a good character, too. Seeing Mr. Avalon taking on a disciple, I suddenly thought of her and felt a bit sorry for her."
Reynaldo Vinson knew that Stephanie Tanzil always kept her distance in the circle and rarely ddled in other people’s business. He didn’t delve into the aning of her words and took the matter lightly, saying, "Everything requires the right opportunity. The girl you ntioned probably just hasn’t found hers yet. These things can’t be forced. If she truly excels, soone will notice her eventually."
"..." Stephanie Tanzil fell silent.
She didn’t really want to ntion Nathalie Quinlan’s na, mainly because in her heart, Nathalie Quinlan was no worse than the new student Mr. Avalon had recognized this ti.
If she were to say it out loud and compare the two, in her eyes, Mr. Avalon’s new student with ’great pretensions’ wasn’t even worthy of comparison.
Nathalie Quinlan is Lighten Chaser!
Great academic results, attractive in appearance, and this ti she also won first place in the dical competition. She couldn’t imagine how much of a stir such a person would cause in Beijing in the future.
Although Mr. Avalon’s new student might receive a higher regard from people in the circle because of Mr. Avalon’s na, that is all there is to it.
She is no match for Nathalie Quinlan!
Seeing that Stephanie Tanzil wasn’t speaking, Reynaldo Vinson remained silent as well, leisurely lifting his lidded teacup for another sip before slowly setting the cup down.
He too had been waiting for over half an hour, much more composed than Stephanie Tanzil, sitting steadily and appearing utterly unconcerned. He then took out his Phone from inside his suit, turned it on, and checked his ssages.
The weather in Beijing was good, with clear skies all around.
However, the mont Reynaldo Vinson saw the ssage, his brow twitched fiercely, and he nearly couldn’t maintain his composed expression as he stared sharply at the ssage from his son on the Phone.
[Didn’t do much, just woke up. Played gas all night, didn’t sleep till four in the morning.]
He took a deep breath, raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, and rembered what Sadam Vinson recently told him, about finding a top gar to play with him.
It seed to be a girl.
Every ti that girl got online, he would follow like possessed, even abandoning his al and rushing upstairs, Phone in hand, eager to start gaming.
Even the old lady at ho ntioned to him that this damn kid might have an online romance going on in the ga.
He wasn’t like the typical parent with strong notions about social status, but he still found it hard to accept such a modern thod of romance as online dating.
Reynaldo Vinson was barely suppressing the raging anger in his chest, responding to the text ssage on his Phone, basically scolding.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was outside, and it was Mr. Avalon’s ntorship feast, he might have already been infuriated enough to step outside and make a phone call to scold soone.
...
On the other side, Mr. Avalon had already been chatting amiably with the people from the dical organization for quite a while.
Having finally found a mont of respite, he imdiately approached Winston Sullivan and asked, "About what ti will Nathalie Quinlan arrive?"
Winston Sullivan had just finished a phone call, turned around upon his teacher’s inquiry, and respectfully replied, "It should be soon. When I called her, she said she was already on the second floor and had found the private room... I also heard voices of other people talking to her, but I’m not sure if she bumped into soone she knows."
The clientele of the Imperial Hotel were always a bit complex, encompassing all sorts of people. Mr. Avalon was slightly concerned, furrowed his brows, and was just about to say, "Are you sure it’s soone she knows? Maybe you should go out and et her."
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