Chapter 347: Alfred Garland Is a Godlike Assistant_1

Caryn Zachmann temporarily put the silhouette she'd witnessed out of her mind, took a deep breath, clutched her handbag tightly with a nervous grip, and followed: "Alright."

Her mother was right, Nathalie Quinlan was just a country bumpkin from McKinney; she didn't need to compare herself to someone like that, which would only downgrade her own class.

She should set her sights higher.

As for what happened just now... maybe it was just a trick of the light?

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"Ms. Quinlan, please take the inside seat." The Imperial Hotel might sound like a dining venue, but it actually more closely resembled a private club.

It featured a restaurant known for Santhoma cuisine, as well as leisure and entertainment areas, and there were conference halls on the upper floors.

Amadeus Yancey was a regular here.

Sometimes he would come with friends to play cards.