Chapter 2522: Nathalie’s Condition—Khendy Lordon’s Freedom

From ancient times to the present, every power has agreed on an unwritten rule—no matter the conflicts, do not touch the healer!

Your Majesty the Empress hasn’t touched the Pharmaceutical Association; how could a small Isadora Family truly dare to move against it?

Caleb Dax understands this completely, which is why he refused herself without any regard for face.

Regina Isadora was in no mood to watch Melda Isadora’s uncomfortable, deflated expression. She opened the car window herself to get some air, while looking outside, her brows furrowing.

Who exactly is Qiao?

"Let’s go back first."

Regina Isadora planned to first return to the Kingdom of Medirian and notify Melda’s uncle about this message.

"Since only the other party has that medicine, let’s see what conditions they want to propose."

"..." Melda Isadora, however, bit her lip, her heart holding different thoughts.

*

The next day.

AM.

The morning sun had just come out, and Nathalie Quinlan was rudely awakened by the sound of the phone in her room.

Her eyes were bloodshot, she irritably turned over, grabbed a jacket casually, and went to answer the phone.

"Hello." Her voice was hoarse and raspy, clearly showing lack of sleep.

The person on the other end paused for a moment, then quickly gathered themselves: "Hello Dr. Quinlan, we are from the Kingdom of Medirian."

Nathalie pressed down the redness in her eyes, rubbing them: "Oh, what’s up."

She had changed her phone numbers, but her hotel room number remained the same.

The other party contacted her through the hotel’s internal phone line.

Nathalie was well aware.

"We tried the medicine you provided, it works very well."

Nathalie listened as he spoke, dragging a chair over to sit, with lingering sleep at her eyes’ corners, she impatiently interrupted him: "Just get to the point."

Behind the Kingdom of Medirian is the Hidden Family.

The people from the Hidden Family are accustomed to being proud, and for a moment didn’t adapt to being treated with this attitude.

Fortunately, the other party reacted quickly, politely speaking: "Dr. Quinlan, you mentioned that to have you treat the illness, certain conditions must be met, what are your conditions?"

It has come.

Nathalie’s eyes darkened slightly, her tone slow and suppressing the blood color: "I want Khendy Lordon."

"?"

The other party couldn’t process it for a long time.

It took a few seconds before they seemed to react to Nathalie’s propositioned condition: "I’m sorry, Dr. Quinlan, could you repeat that?"

"I want you to release Khendy Lordon."

"..." Is this a common condition???

Nathalie didn’t wait for him to ask further and directly stated: "This is my only condition, if you can meet it, I guarantee to cure your ancestors’ illness. If you can’t, then our cooperation is void!"

The person from the Kingdom of Medirian responsible for contacting her didn’t dare make the decision, stuttered and couldn’t answer: "Dr. Quinlan, your request..."

"You can discuss it among yourselves first, let me know the answer after you’ve negotiated."

The girl’s tone was lazy, no longer the initial unslept irritation, yet it left no room for negotiation: "... I’m not in a hurry."

Implying if the negotiation fails, then forget about it!

This attitude instead made the Kingdom of Medirian on the other side hesitant to make a quick decision, only able to first tell her: "I’ll report to Mr. first."

"Okay."

Nathalie hung up the phone.

Just as someone outside knocked on the door.

She changed her clothes and walked over to open the door.

Unexpectedly, it was Sadam Vinson seeking her.

"Nathalie." Sadam saw the girl’s just-awoken appearance and realized he’d arrived too early, scratched his head looking inside: "I came to invite you for breakfast, I heard the hotel breakfast is pretty good, want to go together?"

Last night, he stayed up all night indulging in games, took a cold shower in the morning, and came to find Nathalie for a meal, planning to sleep afterward.