Chapter 2545: Nathalie, Ruthless and Laconic

Nathalie Quinlan turned slightly, placed her hand on the chair, and raised her eyes to look at him.

John probably felt more confident, no longer avoided and faced the girl, his expression showing superiority.

"Dr. Quinlan, we sincerely want to talk to you. It’s just that you yourself aren’t willing to negotiate properly, leaving us no choice."

Ha?

Nathalie Quinlan curled her lips coldly, lowered the brim of her Duckbill Cap to cover the coldness in her eyes.

They sincerely wanted to talk to her?

She felt as if John had just been listing conditions for her.

The so-called ’sincerity’ he spoke of was merely being willing to raise fingers to leak some Hidden Family connections in exchange.

He was not willing to compromise at all.

This was their idea of a good negotiation.

Nathalie Quinlan initially wasn’t angry, but their repeated provocations stirred three degrees of anger in her heart, her gaze blood-red: "What if I don’t negotiate well?"

John remained calm: "Then your friend will lose their life."

Nathalie Quinlan’s smile on her lips faded as she lightly tapped the table with her fingers and picked up the juice Sadam Vinson bought her from the tea table: "Continue."

"Dr. Quinlan, I’ve made it very clear." John frowned, staring at the girl: "You have no choice now. We can give you a break, but you must hand over the NA9527 from the laboratory to us."

"Additionally, you need to apologize to us."

Sadam Vinson, unaware of Khendy Lordon’s situation, turned to ask the girl: "Is your friend in their hands?"

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t deny it, lightly acknowledging with a soft ’hmm.’

Sadam Vinson immediately irritatedly looked at John and others with a disgusted expression: "I say, does your Hidden Family still have face? Seems no one here cares about it anymore, right?"

The Kingdom of Medirian’s bodyguard couldn’t tolerate it, drew his gun, and pointed it at Sadam Vinson, speaking coldly: "Watch your mouth!"

Sadam Vinson smacked the table, about to stand up.

Nathalie Quinlan grabbed him, turned to John, without saying much, first got Sadam Vinson to sit down.

"Nathalie." Sadam Vinson couldn’t swallow this anger, but still gave face by not exploding, turned away, seething.

Nathalie Quinlan saw him sit down and stood up herself.

Under everyone’s gaze, she walked to the bodyguard who had drawn his gun, her demeanor chilling, cold white hand on the gun, then raised her other hand, and directly slapped!

’Slap’!

With a resounding slap.

The bodyguard staggered from the hit, the gun in his hand rolling onto the ground, he held his face, seemingly deeply humiliated.

John and the other bodyguards from the Kingdom of Medirian changed their expressions.

John spoke in a deep voice: "Dr. Quinlan, aren’t you afraid I’ll..."

His words were cut off.

Nathalie Quinlan kicked away the gun on the ground, single-handedly pocketed, surrounded by an intimidating aura, glancing sharply: "Next time, don’t point a gun at my friend, or don’t blame me for being impolite."

John himself fell silent.

The several bodyguards from the Kingdom of Medirian looked at each other, although feeling humiliated, none dared draw their guns again.

Watching his momentum fade, John bit his teeth and spoke sinisterly: "Dr. Quinlan, let me remind you of something. I give you only ten minutes to consider what to do!"

Nathalie Quinlan walked back to her spot, picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, impatiently looked back: "No need."

"What do you mean? You’re going to abandon your friend?" John changed his expression, standing up: "I can at any moment..."