She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 221: The Quinlan Sect Is Backed By The Quinn School of Martial Arts? Has She Agreed To It?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A contract to provide her services to the Quinlan Sect?

Nora frowned and looked at the document in his hand.

Winston sneered, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, but the car racing club will be the Quinlan Sect’s very soon. We, the Quinlan Sect, warmly invite you to our team. I should think that with Yanci around, our team will always win!”

Nora, “?”

Her brows drew together. She asked puzzledly, “Has Mr. Hoffman agreed to this?”

Winston replied, “Of course.”

His eyes flickered and he added, “Would I dare to do something like this if he hadn’t?”

Nora didn’t care how exactly they carried out their dealings with each other, but… using Caleb to threaten her?

She cast her eyes down dispassionately. “I’m not interested in your club.”

She walked straight to Caleb after she spoke. She wasn’t intending to waste her breath and was planning to leave immediately after saving the man.

However, before she could walk over, Winston stopped in front of her again. He said, “I know you enjoy a lot of freedom when you race abroad, Ms. Smith, but it’s impossible to survive in the car racing industry in the States if you don’t have anyone backing you up. Didn’t Logan also rely on Jordan Hoffman back then? The benefits you’ll enjoy will only be better than that if you join the Quinlan Sect! Do you know who the one backing up the Quinlan Sect is?”

Nora’s eyes were still downcast. “I’m not interested.”

“…” Winston became anxious. He said, “The one backing up the Quinlan Sect is the Quinn School of Martial Arts! You should have heard of them before, right? They are very well-known in the pugilistic world! As long as you sign the contract, both the Quinlan Sect and the Quinn School of Martial Arts will back you up in New York in the future, no matter what happens!”

Nora was dumbfounded. “The Quinn School of Martial Arts?”

sigh of relief. He replied, “Yes, the Quinn School of Martial Arts! Mr. Quinlan is their unofficial disciple. This is something that everyone knows. It’s exactly because of the Quinn School of Martial Arts that even Jordan Hoffman doesn’t

Nora, “…”

the heck

School of Martial Arts’ unofficial

into

to convince her. He said, “You must be scared at the mention of the Quinn School of Martial Arts, right? Then sign this obediently. I can even promise you that

Nora greedily when

so beautiful and sassy when she was racing, making him itch for her even more. Conquering a woman like her would

Especially in bed…

His smile turned lewd.

voice reached

doing that my application to establish a pharmaceutical factory keeps

Nora looked at Caleb.

and collected in the face of danger, which gave him an additional sense of frail beauty. That visage of his didn’t look like a thirty-year-old at all; he clearly looked like a prince—oh, one that was in distress though—walking out

Winston back from his daydreaming to reality. He looked back at him and said with a grin, “Oh my, so you’re finally aware of the reason now! The Grays may be something in California, but you’re nothing in New York. So, you want to expand your business in New York? Have you asked us, the Myerses, for permission yet? Have you asked the pharmaceutical industry here for permission yet? Heh, New York is

“I see.

then that will make us family. Your affairs will also be the Myerses’, so I’ll definitely take good care of you! We can mutually benefit each other. You should know

Nora as he spoke,

of Caleb and Justin, who had just entered the room, darkened

cheeks. His glasses were already close to falling off his nose

and slapped Caleb across his cheek, causing Caleb’s head to turn to the side. He looked even more like

formed on his

him, Winston

then did he turn

when he instead saw Nora’s expression turn cold. She said, “You must have

about to take action, the guard at the door finally discovered Justin’s presence. He bellowed angrily, “Who are you?

looked back to see the men at the