Dr. Hale had no idea how many tis he silently cursed the butler’s ancestors up to the eighteenth generation, but on the surface, he kept a smiling face.
"It’s not hard for soone who wants to do these things, as long as they know how to use a computer."
Dr. Hale thought to himself that he must firmly attach the label "manipulative bitch" to this girl!
Unexpectedly, Zachary actually spoke up in defense of the girl.
"That may be true, but I think no matter how manipulative the young lady is, she wouldn’t be able to anticipate that the three of us would struggle with so many steps. Besides, even if she has the cunning, she doesn’t have the strength to pull it off."
"But..."
Dr. Hale wanted to say more, but July Quinn had already completed their check-in and was walking towards them.
"Now, all you need to do is take a photo, and you can enter your rooms to rest."
In addition, July Quinn patiently explained to them why the photo was necessary and how it related to the national security system and such.
After the three of them had taken their photos and were ready to check into the hotel, July Quinn bid them farewell.
Of course, she didn’t forget to leave them with her number: "Here’s my number. If you encounter any difficulties while in Westmarch, feel free to contact ."
However, in Dr. Hale’s eyes, this confird her as a manipulative bitch.
So he was indifferent to the number July Quinn provided, even smirking coldly.
In contrast, the butler thanked her repeatedly: "Okay, thank you."
And Zachary even exchanged phone numbers directly with July Quinn.
"Young lady, feel free to co find anyti when you’re in Esteria."
July Quinn casually slipped the note Zachary gave her into her pocket and waved goodbye as she left.
As soon as July Quinn was out of sight, Dr. Hale said, "Mr. Zachary, you really shouldn’t have given her your phone number. Next, she’ll definitely keep bothering us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler contradicted him again.
"No, that young lady just casually slipped Mr. Zachary’s number into her pocket, I don’t think she’s that kind of person."
Dr. Hale: "..."
This old fool!
In the end, isn’t it just because he didn’t have a daughter?
Otherwise, this old geezer would probably be even more eager to sar that girl than he is.
"Nowadays, bad people don’t exactly write ’I’m a bad guy’ on their faces. If you don’t believe , let’s make a bet. I say this young lady will definitely co find us again before we leave Westmarch."
"Okay, a bet it is. If you lose, the vintage wine you brought will be mine."
Dr. Hale: "..."
That vintage wine is thirty years old.
Didn’t expect that old man had already set his sights on it!
"Hah, see, he doesn’t dare bet with , does he?"
Seeing that he didn’t respond for a while, the butler said to Mr. Zachary.
Dr. Hale imdiately replied, "Who says I don’t dare to bet? Fine, if I lose this ti, I’ll even give you that forty-year-old batch from ho."
That batch of wine was brewed when he and his wife just got married, buried in the backyard.
Waiting to be used when they marry off their daughter.
Today, using this batch of wine as a wager, it’s like he’s betting the most precious thing he has.
But there’s no choice because this wager is not only about his pride but also his daughter’s future!
"Alright, it’s settled then."
While the two of them made their bet, little did they know Mr. Zachary had his own plans.
Whether July Quinn was deliberately approaching him, intending to marry into the Zachary family, today she helped them, and that’s a fact.
So before he returns to Esteria this ti, he will et July Quinn once more...
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