The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 416: Chapter 416: The one thing Nathalie does not lack is money_1

He silently counted the game software packages on the sofa, 1234567... along with one each in his and Amadeus’s hands, there were a total of 12.

At ten thousand yuan each, that came to 120,000.

If they were twenty thousand yuan each...

Alfred Garland choked on his words, unsure of what to say next. He was accustomed to the lavish gestures often splurged on by the wealthy in their circle, where rich people were dime a dozen, but truth be told, individuals as generous as Nathalie Quinlan were rare!

Others spent upwards of two hundred thousand yuan on a meal, a bottle of liquor, at least then they had something to show for it, spending money on social interactions.

Ms. Quinlan was buying a gift for a five-year-old Child, casually spending over two hundred thousand yuan just on game software.

He put down the game disc in his hand and stealthily glanced in the direction of his family’s Amadeus, calculating the Yancey family’s financial status.

In the past, he thought Ms. Quinlan wasn’t worthy of Amadeus.

Now, he felt Amadeus might consider the possibility of a career change to being a kept man.

Where else in the country could you find a rich woman of Ms. Quinlan’s age and beauty?

Amadeus Yancey was unaware of his thoughts, only sensing a gaze upon himself, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He bent over to set down the disc and noticed that Nathalie Quinlan had also bought Edric another toy.

”You bought him a toy gun as well?”

He picked up the imitation gun Quinlan had bought, noting its decent quality. It was a one-to-one replica and, aside from not being able to load bullets inside, it looked quite similar to a real one from the outside.

It was pure black in color, about 20 centimeters in length, and could be disassembled and reassembled.

It seemed like a bit of a waste for a Child to play with, but Edric would definitely love this toy.

”Hmm.”

Nathalie Quinlan was still pondering the meaning behind the 200,000 yuan Mr. Zachmann had transferred to her when a new message came in, still from Mr. Zachmann.

The gist of it was that Caryn Zachmann had relayed their encounter at Nutziland Lane, and now they all knew she was in Beijing, asking if she had time to meet for a meal in the next few days and casually inquiring which hotel she was staying at, and whether Amadeus was with her...

The message was long, taking up half of the Phone screen.

Nathalie Quinlan read every word with great patience, massaged her throbbing temples, and with her dark eyes fixed on the message, contemplated how to reply.

It’s not that she intentionally kept from Mr. Zachmann and others the fact that she had come to Beijing.

Mainly, she only came for an examination and would leave right after the exam, not staying for many days. So, thinking it unnecessary to bother them, she hadn’t mentioned it.

She hadn’t expected to run into Caryn Zachmann at Nutziland Lane today.

Nathalie Quinlan, her eyelashes drooping, her gaze somewhat sly, quickly replied with a message using her slender white fingers.

[QN: I’m free the day after tomorrow. Is noon the day after tomorrow alright?]

The message was sent successfully.

She then went through her Phone again. Besides Mr. Zachmann’s messages, there were also messages from Lowie Wilmar, asking when she would leave.

Nathalie Quinlan replied to him in passing.

[The day after tomorrow.]

She had only asked for a week off from school, and by tomorrow, after the interview, she would have been in Beijing for five days. She would meet with Mr. Zachmann and others at the dinner the day after tomorrow and then return in the evening, timing everything just right.

Thinking this over, Nathalie Quinlan felt annoyed.

With her personality, she really didn’t care much about skipping classes, but she had only asked Nancy Sullivan for a week of absence, and missing classes meant it would affect the attendance score of Class A.

After she replied to Lowie Wilmar, she looked up at the man still playing with the toy gun she’d bought for the little tyke and suddenly asked, ”Is there a good place for dinner in Beijing? I want to set a reservation.”

Amadeus Yancey’s fingers were exceptionally beautiful, the kind that were evenly proportioned and attractive, so beautiful that he could be a hand model.

The Black imitation toy gun Nathalie Quinlan had bought matched his hands as if he were filming a Tv drama. Out of ten people here, ten would likely mistake it for a real gun.