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The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1373: The Ones Who Always Cry Are the Ruthless Ones
"Didn’t I tell you before that Nathalie Quinlan isn’t the mastermind behind this? He’s in this predicament because he’s dumb, and also because of Caryn! If it weren’t for Caryn inciting him, would he have done such a stupid thing as hiring someone to steal the USB flash drive? Mateo Gordon ended up like this, and ultimately, it’s all because of a woman!"
"But no matter how faulty Mateo’s behavior was before, he never got into trouble. Once he met her, things went wrong."
"That’s because he wanted to please Caryn! What does it have to do with Nathalie Quinlan?" Mr. Gordon was infuriated by her senseless words.
"..."
Mrs. Gordon didn’t dare to argue with him on the surface, but in her heart, she disagreed.
She called Caryn yesterday, and Caryn kept comforting her on the phone, straightforwardly saying she didn’t know Mateo was going to steal the USB flash drive, and if she knew Mateo would act impulsively, she would have surely stopped him...
Caryn was extremely sincere in explaining on the phone.
Mrs. Gordon doesn’t believe Caryn is directly involved with this; after all, it’s because of that girl from McKinney.
"What attitude is that? You still think you’ve done the right thing?"
Mr. Gordon saw her unwillingness to give in and felt his breath almost stuck, his eyes went dark as if about to faint.
But since the deed was done, he couldn’t focus on blaming anyone, his fingertips were trembling while he spoke to the sobbing Mrs. Gordon: "Do you know the Yancey Family canceled Candice Yancey’s birthday banquet today? The entire Yancey Family, along with the extended relatives, rushed to the First City Hospital."
Not just the Yancey Family.
He knew there were several other families involved.
Mr. Gordon took a deep breath, knowing that his family and son had caused a huge scandal in Beijing, his face turned black as he continued: "On my way back, I was wondering what happened, and when I got home, you told me you got someone to hit Nathalie Quinlan with a car. You, you’re really, marrying a woman who doesn’t bring good fortune, harming others and yourself!"
Mrs. Gordon had always been straightforward and honest; the most common praise she received was her warmth and virtue. Suddenly blamed for being unvirtuous, her grievance-filled tears poured down once again. She wiped her tears with sorrow, speaking softly like a buzzing mosquito to defend herself: "I... I just feel sorry for Mateo, she’s just a country girl from McKinney, why should she let Mateo be imprisoned."
"That anger made me want to teach her a lesson... Mateo hasn’t seen anyone for a week in the detention center, while she’s living freely outside, I just can’t swallow this."
"So you dragged the Gordons down with you!"
Mr. Gordon’s eyes rolled back, dizziness overwhelming him as he steadied himself on the nearby table to avoid fainting from anger at her words: "Do you know Mr. Yancey has a little girlfriend? Do you know the Nathalie Quinlan you’re talking about is Mr. Yancey’s rumored girlfriend? Based on the Yancey Family’s reaction, it’s likely Mr. Yancey has acknowledged her as his granddaughter-in-law. You’ve caused such a mess... are you courting your own ruin? Are you dissatisfied with our current misfortune or tired of living?"
Mrs. Gordon was shocked by Mr. Gordon’s words. She stopped crying, wiped her tears, and said with astonishment: "It’s not that serious, is it?"
"I can’t explain this to you!" Mr. Gordon was so angry his face turned pale, struggling to hold onto the table, he steadied himself, staring sharply at his wife and asked: "You stay at home all day and don’t know anyone, so where did you find someone to hit Nathalie Quinlan?"







