Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 990: This Is Not the Place for a Family Reunion

Jasper Sinclair’s relationship network extends beyond Stanton City; taking soone out of Paris is a piece of cake for him.

The reason he first thought of Tina was because she had t Damien before, thus preventing the latter from experiencing any unnecessary panic.

Jasper Sinclair sent his private jet to Paris to pick up soone.

To ensure Damien wouldn’t die on the plane, he specially arranged for a dical team.

Now, Damien’s life is tied to whether Nora Northwood can escape the tornt of illness; he must be extra careful.

On the plane, Damien kept inquiring about Jasper Sinclair’s background to those around her.

Unfortunately, no one dared to gossip about their boss behind his back.

Everyone simply responded to Damien’s countless questions with "I don’t speak English."

Growing up in Paris, most people Damien interacted with were locals; she was completely unfamiliar with Chinese.

Occasionally, when dealing with dostic dicine suppliers, she always had translation specialists handle them, which is one of the main reasons Shane Shepherd couldn’t find her.

After back-and-forth delays that lasted nearly two days, there was now only one week left until New Year’s.

Once Damien arrived in Stanton City, she was directly taken to a research facility.

The long flight did leave her feeling a bit worn out, but not to the point of passing out.

From the escort personnel, Jasper Sinclair learned about her itinerary and headed to the research facility.

Little did he expect to witness a scene that shocked him.

He personally heard Damien call soone Dad.

The person she addressed reacted with almost the sa shock as Jasper Sinclair.

Jasper Sinclair, with a hoarse voice, interrupted their conversation: "This isn’t the place for a family reunion."

The relationship between Damien and Professor Bishop was not within his line of thought; from start to finish, he only cared about the redy formula.

"Professor Bishop, this is Damien. The redy I gave you cos from her."

After speaking to Professor Bishop, Jasper Sinclair turned his gaze to Damien, "Write out the His9 redy formula."

Damien’s mind montarily blanked; her ninety-pound weight belies her stubborn spirit, "Just because you make write, do I have to?"

Jasper Sinclair, of course, wouldn’t indulge her bad habits, and he promptly smashed a glass bottle.

The sharp tip of a glass shard pressed against the skin of Damien’s neck, already denting a few milliters deep.

"This is not Paris; you don’t have the right to act recklessly. If you’re willing to write, let your relatives co to pick up your corpse."

The vast laboratory suddenly beca silent, a suffocating quiet.

About half a minute later, Damien’s complexion returned to normal.

She had forgotten; this was not her territory.

In the past, no one dared to lay a hand on her, much less threaten her in this manner.

Damien could clearly sense the murderous intent emanating from this man.

She had traveled a great distance to Stanton City, not to die in this foreign place, so she imdiately softened her tone.

"Just joking, I’ll write it for you."

Jasper Sinclair’s grim face did not change just because of this statent.

He turned his head to Professor Bishop and instructed: "Fetch paper and a pen."

Professor Bishop dared not delay, fearing he might be treated similarly.

Damien frowned at the A4 paper and black pen suspended in mid-air, asking, "You’re not making write it like this, right? At least let have a table!"

"Turn around, lean your back against it."

The latter sentence was directed at Professor Bishop by Jasper Sinclair.