NovelEnglishChapter 103 Kayson was confused. He looked at Lindsy and asked, “How can we delete a photo that other people uploaded to the Internet?” “What's wrong?” asked Lindsy, her voice thick with confusion. “Nothing. I'm just asking.” “Well, to get this done, you'll need to look for the relevant network supervision department or find a tech-savvy person to help you.” Kayson thought for a while, and it seemed to him that the only people he could look for were the Whitmans.
He cout of Bwell Therapeutics and made a call to Michael.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Mr. Yarde?” Michael greeted him respectfully. After Kayson told him his request, Michael said, “Don’t worry, Mr.
Yarde. In ten minutes, those photos will be gone from the Internet.” “Alright. Thank you.” “Don’t mention it. What else can | help you with?” “That's all for now.” After he ended the call with Michael, he returned to Bwell Therapeutics.
Soon, Queenie arrived.
“Mr. Yarde,” Queenie greeted him with a sweet smile, earning herself a glance from Lindsy. “Ms. Batley,” replied Kayson. “You can callQueenie, Mr. Yarde.” “Then you can callby my name.” “Alright, then. Kayson,” Queenie replied as she glanced provocatively at Lindsy. After that, she turned back to Kayson and asked, “Can we go now, Kayson?” “Sure.” When Kayson rose to his feet, Lindsy hurriedly said, “I'm coming with you!” “You're coming with me? Then what about Bwell Therapeutics?” Zachary let out a chuckle and chimed in. “Just let her go with you. She can give you a hand as well. | can take care of the things here myself.” Since Zachary had said so, Kayson had no other choice but nod. Queenie had chere on foot, so the theaded toward their destination in Lindsy’s Beetle. Queenie’s bestie was called Yulene. She lived in the Waterway Residence, a medium to high end neighborhood developed by the Gillete Group.
When Kayson emerged from the elevator, he frowned slightly and turned to look at the doors of another two units.
“Queenie, how much do you know about your friend?” asked Kayson.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Huh?” Queenie was stunned. She did not understand why Kayson was asking a question like that.
“Yeah. She's just a normal girl,” replied Queenie.
Kayson did not say anything. He could sense the presence of a few skilled fighters in the other two units.
‘It seems like this friend of Queenie didn’t tell her everything about herself.” Queenie walked to Unit No. 1901 and pressed the bell. She turned her head around and said, ” My bestie’s nis Yulené. We were roommates while studying in college, and we've been good friends since then.” Kayson nodded. He did not say anything in return, but Lindsy’s expression changed. “Yulene...” Lindsy mumbled, “Why does she have the snas Ms. Walton?” Kayson was stunned when he heard what she said. He looked at her and asked, “Ms. Walton?” ‘Weren't the people that made a commotion at Bwell Therapeutics from the Waltons?’ Queenie frowned and replied, “That's impossible. My bestie isn’t Ms. Walton.” At that moment, the door to Unit No. 1901 opened, and a sweet-looking girl in a wheelchair appeared in front of them. “Queeny,” said Yulene, her smile so warm that it could melt everyone's heart. “Yulene, this is Mr. Yarde. He's the one that | mentioned to you on the phone.” Yulene turned her head around and looked at Kayson with a smile on her face. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Yarde. I'm Yulene.”
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