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Chapter 603

Chapter 603

Old Madam Quinn knew something was wrong, but she could only hope she was wrong.

“Cooperation? What cooperation?”

Qamar froze slightly before asking.

“Well…”

Old Madam Quinn paused slightly. Quill had been the one negotiating with Reach For Will Group.

Old Madam Quinn was not sure about the progress.

However, Qamar would not let Quill talk at all.

What should she do?

“What’s the matter?”

Qamar asked with a frown.

“Young Master Zimmer said he brought us here today to talk to Reach For Will Group about

the cooperation.

“So here we are.”

Old Madam Quinn hesitated for a few seconds before mentioning Quill after all.

“I see…

“Since when could an irrelevant outsider make decisions for Reach For Will Group?”

Qamar sneered playfully after hearing Old Madam Quinn say that.

“You!”

Quill gritted his teeth slightly, feeling increasingly upset.

Members of the Quinn family looked at Quill in surprise.

The thing they thought was in the bag did not seem as easy as they thought!

“Young Master Zimmer, is it?

“Who told you that you could make decisions for Reach For Will Group?

“Do you have the right to decide who Reach For Will Group cooperates with, Young Master Zimmer?”

Qamar’s tone was calm, but the irony it contained was crystal clear.

The more Quill listened, the more upsetting he was.

“I don’t want to talk that much to you.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Clarke today to discuss our cooperation.

“Since you don’t know about this, we’ll talk to Mr. Clarke.”

Quill snorted coldly. He thought Qamar was a psycho.

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“Mr. Clarke is a busy man. Do you think you can see him whenever you want?

“Ask your father if he dares say such a thing.”

Qamar asked back with disdain.

Quill was speechless.

“I let you upstairs because I know Old Madam Quinn is the family member of a famous general.

“I have great respect for members of the military myself, so I invited you upstairs to have some coffee.

“As for the cooperation, you can forget it.”

Qamar said indifferently as he played with his coffee cup with a disdainful look on his face.

Hearing this, Old Madam Quinn and the others froze on the spot.

“I’m not talking to you. Where’s Mr. Yancey?

“Ask him to come here so I can speak to him.‘

Quill clenched his teeth until they crunched as he said to Qamar.

“Mr. Yancey?

“You’ll never see him again.”

The smile on Qamar’s face grew more playful.

“What do you mean?”

Quill froze and could not react in time.

“What he means is that why don’t you f*ck off?

“Who let you into the building?”

Just then, a voice behind him answered Quill and began cursing.