Chapter 70

Tristan rubbed his temples; his voice was as cold as ice. “Vincent, right? Where you at now?”

“I’m at the hospital where Mr. Marcel’s staying! Some blind bat rammed into my wife! If you want a chat, Mr. Schnabel, you can come on over. Got a bunch of juicy secrets that could interest you!

Tristan had yet to meet someone who actually got him to make a house call. How could people. be so shamelessly thick–skinned?

Vincent hung up, still lost in his daydream about his soon–to–be rocketing success.

Mr. Schnabel must be intrigued by what he said: maybe he would even come to meet him in person. That would be his chance to call the shots the Lambert family’s troubles wouldn’t be a concern anymore!

As Vincent mulled over this, he dialed his secretary. “Tell those companies we can do without their partnership. Whatever they want, we’ll cough it up as per the contract!”

The secretary hesitated, “Boss, that’s gonna cost a pretty penny. We’d have to drain all our liquid assets.

Vincent couldn’t care less about that chump change.

“Chill, I’ve got a plan. North Peak Finance, South Mountain Financial, East Sea Culture Company. West Ocean Media – the companies that look down on us don’t matter. Soon, they’ll be the ones I look down on! Pfft! Just a bunch of nobodies! Once I’ve inked a deal with Mr. Schnabel, I’ll be strutting across Tranquility City!”

The secretary quickly agreed and went off to deal with the claim contracts from those companies.

Tristan hung up, fuming mad, feeling like his heart was going to burst!

“Damn the Lambert family! I was thinking since they raised Noella, I’d let bygories be bygones, but they’re crossing the line!”

Sienna, hearing it was the Lambert family on the phone, quickly asked, “What did they say? Definitely nothing good. Get rid of them fast. I heard they’re also at the hospital. We can’t let them bump into our precious girl. These people are insatiable and have no shame. If they see her, they’ll definitely bother her.”

Tristan was on the same page. “Should we send our little treasure to study abroad?”

Sienna shook her head, not liking the idea one bit. “Our girl hiding from them? Wherever our darling wants to study, she’ll study. She’s responsible for being happy; we’re responsible for keeping those people out of her sight! Besides, if we send our treasure abroad, wouldn’t that mean she’d hardly see Palmer? That’s not gonna help their relationship grow.”

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Chapter 70

it! They had only just gotten their

give that damn Vincent a beating! Heck, make it a buy one get one free – beat up his

Then, he called Noella, his voice dripping with fawning affection and tinged with caution.

How’s your mood today? What have you been up

with Grandpa this morning, then went to buy gifts for my other grandparents with my brother in the afternoon.”

gonna send you some pocket money right away, just a little something. Go and treat yourself; you’re looking too

Noella was speechless.

or two since she got back, she had received who knows how much pocket money. Seeing her bank account

her family’s generosity. “No need, I

think our family’s too

don’t have to

a loss

family going

broke!”

it was impossible for the Schnabel family

I got

in a flash, Noella received a transfer of fifty million. Just after hanging up and transferring the money, Tristan’s expression turned cold again. “What on earth is Beckett doing?

night thinking about all the suffering their precious daughter had endured without making those two families

Beckett but keep it from our darling girl. She’s so

Tristan and Sienna burst into

the Lambert

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Clapier SU

Lunar

even the sinks had been switched to automatic temperature–controlled ones, and they had added a bunch of

greenery.

lab wearing a

really came through! He even swapped out our lab toilets for ones

been dying for high–tech toilets? We were gonna bet on the loser to tweak the data and rig up a fully automated

toilet’s data was a

glanced at Phecda. “Where’s the

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