The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 464: Chapter 464: Guessing It Has Something to Do with Aunt Cagwin_1

”Something came up,” Nathalie Quinlan said in a bad mood. Her tone was cold and frenetic, and she spoke rapidly, ”I need to go back to McKinney this afternoon. I’ve just booked airplane tickets. I’m taking the three o’clock flight, and I have to head to the airport after lunch.”

She looked at the tickets. The earliest flight from Beijing to McKinney was at three fifteen in the afternoon. If she missed that flight, she would have to wait until eight o’clock in the evening to catch the next one.

She couldn’t wait that long!

That’s why she didn’t have time to speak to Amadeus Yancey. She had just booked two tickets to McKinney straightaway in the outside corridor.

Due to the last-minute booking, many of the seats were gone, first class was fully booked, and she and Justin Wafford only managed to get seats in economy class.

The thought alone made Nathalie inexplicably agitated.

Amadeus Yancey watched her face, unable to hide her irritability, his eyes darkening, his voice very deep, ”That urgent?”

It seemed that something really did happen in McKinney.

From what he knew of Nathalie, there were only a few people she cared about. Edric was looked after by Audrick Zachmann, and he had even arranged for a Yancey Family security guard to watch over him; it definitely wasn’t Edric.

Audrick Zachmann...

If Audrick Zachmann had an issue, he would have contacted his family first, not Nathalie.

That left her with limited options — it was either Aunt Cagwin or someone from her class!

Amadeus’s gaze drifted inconspicuously to the boy sitting quietly like a chick on the side. Given Justin Wafford’s reaction, the probability of it being her classmates from A class was very slim.

His hand rested on the table, and he had pretty much figured out the answer in his heart.

The truth often lies in eliminating all impossible answers, leaving behind the only guess. When all other impossible persons are ruled out, the only reason for Nathalie’s rush to return boiled down to one person, Aunt Cagwin.

Amadeus half-closed his eyes, the first scenario that came to mind was Uncle Cagwin’s health deteriorating, Aunt Cagwin not knowing what to do, giving Nathalie a phone call. Nathalie, worried about Uncle Cagwin, thus bought plane tickets in a hurry to return to McKinney.

He leaned back in his chair, relaxing his shoulders against it, and looked up, ”Do you want Alfred Garland to go back with you?”

He had originally planned to fly with her tomorrow afternoon. He had arranged a dinner, inviting Sadam Vinson and others, including people from the NSA. Cancelling at the last minute was unrealistic, so he could only stick to the original plan to leave tomorrow. However, he was not at ease with Nathalie going back alone; it would be better if Alfred Garland accompanied her than her going back to McKinney by herself.

Alfred Garland understood his concern and readily agreed, ”Yeah, Miss Quinlan, let me accompany you back. It’s better to have someone look after you on the way.”

”There’s no need to trouble yourself. The plane gets there in three hours, and besides, it’s probably too late to buy tickets now.” She had just looked at the airplane tickets, and there were only three left. She bought two, and there was only one left. Given the time they had been eating, the last ticket would surely have been sold out already.

Nathalie’s expression was faint, unreadable, as she said, ”Justin Wafford is going with me. I will send you a message when the plane arrives.”

Before Alfred could speak again, Nathalie’s eyes flickered with the thought of something. She looked up at Amadeus, ”The private room I asked you to book for tomorrow, please help me cancel it.”

She hadn’t expected Freddy Cagwin to disappear. She had intended to have dinner with Mr. Zachmann before leaving, but now it seemed that it wasn’t going to happen.

Nathalie felt irritated at this thought. She pursed her lips and added, ”If it really can’t be canceled, I’ll transfer the money to you.”

She knew that the standard of the Imperial Hotel was no lower than that of the Waterfront Pavilion in McKinney. It was hard to book a place in such a venue, so naturally, there were rarely any last-minute cancellations. The Waterfront Pavilion didn’t have a rule about canceling after booking — whether you show up or not, you pay the fee.