Chapter 2539: Master Quinlan’s Face Slap On The Spot

John hadn’t finished talking when he heard a busy signal coming from the other end of the phone. He looked down to find that Regina Isadora had already hung up.

Things had come to this point.

Whether as Melda Isadora’s uncle or as a fellow member of the Hidden Family, he had no choice but to do as Regina Isadora said.

John put down the phone, gestured forward, and looked up, speaking coldly to the girl, "Dr. Quinlan, I might have to ask you to come with us now."

He didn’t mention Melda Isadora being held hostage, mainly because he felt there was no need to explain so much; with a snap of his lips, he wanted to forcibly take Nathalie Quinlan away.

"Ha, did you ask the young master’s opinion first? Is Nathalie someone you can just ’ask’ like that?" Sadam Vinson stepped directly in front of the girl, coldly watching the thugs of the Kingdom of Medirian royal guards ready to approach, rubbing his fists.

John, thinking of Melda Isadora’s uncertain fate, and Regina Isadora arriving soon, couldn’t care less about the situation.

He lowered his face, knocking on the tea table with a commandeering tone, "What are you waiting for? Invite Dr. Quinlan to come with us!"

He looked at Nathalie Quinlan with cold eyes, filled with regret, saying, "Dr. Quinlan, I wanted to have a good talk with you, but it seems you’re not planning to talk to us properly."

"The medicine, I must have it. And you, you must come with me today!"

He enunciated each word clearly, looking at Nathalie as though she were an oblivious fool out of her depth, "I’ve said before this is the Hidden Family’s territory, if you insist on doing this, I won’t be polite."

He really didn’t know where these Eastern people got the courage to provoke the Isadora Family on Medirian’s turf, since they didn’t want to leave.

Then don’t leave!

Just as John was thinking this, the phone suddenly rang again.

He hadn’t succeeded in negotiating, and his mood wasn’t great, so the repeated ringing of the phone annoyed him.

John picked up the phone and saw it wasn’t Regina Isadora calling, so he didn’t answer.

Taking advantage of this gap, Sadam Vinson eyed the black-clothed bodyguards gradually closing in and whispered, "Nathalie, do you have an escape plan? We could signal them now."

He assumed Nathalie would be prepared when handling affairs.

Who knew the girl calmly lifted her eyelids, her eyes dark and strikingly beautiful beneath thin lids, yet the words she spoke were infuriatingly cheeky: "No."

Sadam: "..."

Master Quinlan, now would be a good time!

However, he wasn’t worried; before leaving, he had arranged for Vinson Family personnel to be on standby, just in case.

Sadam estimated the time; his people should arrive soon.

He suggested to Nathalie Quinlan, "Shall we stall for a few more minutes?"

Nathalie’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out, turned slightly, and saw a message from Valencia Jett.

[Nathalie, make a move?]

Nathalie glanced up at John sitting there waiting to ’invite’ her for tea, and the thugs closing in.

She had previously worried that activating those ’items’ might cause collateral damage, but now it seemed she’d overthought it.

Nathalie tapped out a single word with her alabaster fingers: [Detonate.]

While Sadam Vinson kept his eyes on the approaching group, he simultaneously shielded Nathalie, his peripheral vision catching her still fiddling with her phone.

His eyelids were twitching.

Then, suddenly.

The ground in the distance trembled, with blazing flames shooting up from the southwest. Plumes of gray smoke soared skywards.

Everyone was stunned by the scene.