The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1604: Madam, the Remaining 700 Million Has Also Been Transferred to Ms. Quinlan’s Account
"What’s the matter?" Charles Quarles leaned over, vaguely seeing the note on Ellen Quarles’ phone, still unaware of what had happened, confusedly asking her, "A message from your brother-in-law? What did he say? Right, didn’t you ask him to help find Lenny? Does your brother-in-law have any news about Lenny?"
Ellen Quarles took a deep breath, yet still felt anxious, completely unable to calm down.
She could only shake her head, irritably denying, "It’s not related to that." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Charles Quarles, entirely focused on Evelyn Quarles and the Quarles Family, saw her speaking vaguely and grew more impatient, "It’s already this time, and you’re still keeping things from me! You have to tell me what’s happened so I can help you. If you say nothing, I can only worry helplessly."
"You can’t help with this matter." Ellen Quarles looked at him, their eyes meeting, filled with infinite regret. She bit her lip, quickly walked past her brother, went to the sofa, bent down to pick up her handbag, disregarding her appearance, took the bag, and said to Charles Quarles, "Brother, I’m going out for a while. You stay here and wait for my message."
"Ellen!" Charles Quarles was genuinely annoyed this time, calling her name in a stronger tone.
Yet Ellen Quarles left without turning back. Just before exiting, she paused her steps briefly, without looking back, and spoke to the people in the room, "Stay here and don’t go anywhere, just wait for me in the hotel. I’m going to find Nathalie Quinlan; if I succeed, the Quarles Family crisis can still be resolved. If I don’t succeed, then the Quarles Family..."
Charles Quarles’ heart tightened.
"Then this will be the end for the Quarles Family."
After Ellen Quarles finished speaking, she said no more, and as she left, she closed the door behind her.
*
On the street outside the Rhine.
Ellen Quarles didn’t dare to sit in the car to wait, opting to stand under the Camphor Tree downstairs.
From time to time, bystanders passed by on the sidewalk, noticing her dressed well, and would inevitably glance in her direction.
Ellen Quarles didn’t mind these gazes.
She was wearing a pair of stiletto heels and had been standing here for a full two hours.
At this moment, she felt numb from her ankles to her calves, and the place where the shoes rubbed against her heels had even blistered. Every minute and second of standing was undoubtedly a form of torture, but Ellen Quarles had long stopped caring about this. She stood straight, holding her handbag, quietly waiting for the person to come out.
Aside from pedestrians, there wasn’t even a trace of the person she was waiting for on the street.
Even the driver couldn’t bear to watch.
He walked over, softly persuading her, "Madam, I see the person you’re waiting for hasn’t come out yet. Why don’t you get in the car and wait inside?"
"No, I’ll just wait here." Ellen Quarles said briefly.
After refusing the driver’s suggestion, her phone rang again.
Ellen Quarles immediately answered the phone, her throat dry, "Hello?"
"Madam, we have transferred the remaining 700 million into the account you mentioned as per your instructions. Is there anything else you need us to do?"
Nathalie Quinlan asked for a billion. Ellen Quarles initially only offered three hundred million, and she had been reluctant to give the remaining seven hundred million.
But now, she had to personally deliver it.
This feeling of humiliation was practically a slap to her face!
Ellen Quarles bitterly pulled at the corners of her mouth, "Instructions? What instructions can I give? Just leave it at that for now. I’ll let you know if I need anything."
The Quarles Family couldn’t treat a billion as a small amount of money. The withdrawal of this billion in cash meant a major blow to their family.
Even if they managed to get through this crisis smoothly, the Quarles Family could never recover the glory of the past.
In the future, they’ll have to live humbly.
