The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1772: Chapter 1772: The Thing You Stole Belongs to Nathalie Quinlan

The Overseas Medical Association’s Twitter post had over a hundred thousand retweets and comments.

The heat is very high.

As soon as she opened it, she saw the top comment full of insults.

[Orange runner: Get lost!]

This comment had over 200,000 likes.

The second comment was also telling the Overseas Medical Association to get lost, the third was the same, the fourth one as well... Caryn Zachmann looked through them one by one.

The comment section of the Overseas Medical Association was either full of people cursing her or dissing the Association for being hypocritical and shameless.

There was basically no one speaking up for them.

It can be said that even though the Overseas Medical Association was quick to kneel and apologize, the effect was very poor! Coupled with Mr. Avalon’s withdrawal from their association... The Association’s reputation has dropped to the freezing point. If they can’t manage to win back Mr. Avalon, it is foreseeable that the Overseas Medical Association will drop out from the list of world-class medical organizations in the future.

And the consequences of all this...

Caryn Zachmann couldn’t imagine how to deal with the mess outside in the future.

How would the people in Beijing’s circle view her?

And how would her family view her?

Caryn Zachmann’s head was filled with thoughts of being finished, her whole body started to tremble, her face pale, she almost couldn’t hold her phone anymore.

Zevaney Kingsley watched her go from putting on airs to being unable to hold it together, not sympathizing with her, her mocking gaze landed on Caryn Zachmann, speaking lightly: ”Did you steal the medicine?”

Caryn Zachmann seemed to have been hit in the vital spot, her whole body shuddered, suddenly lifting her head to look at Zevaney Kingsley, the bloodshot eyes from a sleepless night all red.

”I know that medicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan...” Zevaney Kingsley slowly opened her mouth.

Caryn Zachmann’s head was still buzzing, suddenly hearing her say ’the medicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan’, she stared at Zevaney Kingsley again, her voice hoarse and broken: ”You said who made the medicine?”

”Heh.” Zevaney Kingsley hadn’t expected her to not even know this, she slightly lifted her chin, motioned her to look at her phone again, speaking scornfully: ”You don’t even know whose stuff you stole and dare to rant on Twitter... Look at Twitter for yourself, there are emails from medical certification organizations on it.”

Caryn Zachmann bit her lip and immediately went to search.

This matter has high heat, recently dominating the hot search list.

She randomly searched and many related Twitter posts popped up, Caryn Zachmann looked at the previous posts, opened the picture, and immediately saw the emails Zevaney Kingsley mentioned.

The emails were written very clearly.

—The medicine formula she previously applied for a patent was owned by Nathalie Quinlan!

Caryn Zachmann seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, almost unable to catch her breath, the hand holding the phone so forceful that veins were bulging, but this was nothing compared to the blow to her soul at the moment.

The realization that she thought she had everything under control, only to find out she was just a clown almost tore her soul apart!

Zevaney Kingsley didn’t care how bad her face looked, continued what she hadn’t finished saying earlier: ”I know that medicine was made by Nathalie Quinlan. Ms. Zachmann, is it convenient for you to send a message to your family? I’d like to see her first.”

She spoke politely, as if seeking Caryn Zachmann’s opinion.

But in reality, the pressure from her was too heavy, her demeanor fully showed an aura of superiority, she wasn’t really seeking Caryn Zachmann’s opinion, just saying it nicely.

Caryn Zachmann was still immersed in the blow that ’the small pill was made by Nathalie Quinlan’, did not immediately respond to her.

Zevaney Kingsley was not in a hurry, stood up, gave a look to the person beside her and left first.

”Keep an eye on her.”

The middle-aged man coldly instructed, following Zevaney Kingsley’s steps out.