Chapter 371: A Hair Dryer Costs Six Figures_1

She thought for a while but couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

Unable to figure it out and not bothered to think further, she shifted her pose and lazily deleted her intrusion records with a hand on the keyboard.

The light in the room fell on her brow bone—wildly attractive!

Just then, her phone on the desk rang. It was a call from Jethro Yapiter.

Nathalie Quinlan leaned back, resting against the chair, and answered the call.

"Hello."

Her voice was quite husky.

Jethro Yapiter, long accustomed to her casual tone, went straight to the point, "Ms. Quinlan, which hotel are you staying at? I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning. What time do you think you can get up?"

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the time displayed on her laptop. It was half-past ten. Her dark eyes narrowed as she lazily replied, "No need, I'll take a cab over."

"If I can get up, it'll be nine-thirty in the morning. If not, I'll head over after ten."