The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 708: Chapter 708: I have already seen_1

Everyone remained silent, but that’s what they were all thinking.

The airplane arrived on schedule.

As soon as Nathalie Quinlan got off the airplane, Alfred Garland conscientiously reminded her by her side, ”Ms. Quinlan, don’t forget to call Amadeus.”

”...”

Nathalie had slept on the airplane, just woke up, and was still wearing her earphones, but she didn’t like to listen to music while sleeping, so she didn’t turn on the sound, which allowed her to hear Alfred say this.

Her gaze was somewhat irritated as she took off an earphone, pulled up someone’s phone number hesitated, then raised her head again. Her eyes were pitch black, as deep as an abyss, and she asked, ”Can’t I just send a message?”

It seemed like sending a message to check in would be enough.

Alfred pretended he didn’t understand and said in a low voice, ”Ms. Quinlan, didn’t you promise to return Amadeus’s phone call? Sending a message... might not be too good, right?”

”Forget it.” Nathalie wasn’t sure if sending a message was really not too good. Rubbing her temples, she said, ”I’ll make a phone call.”

No sooner had she dialed the number than it was answered within just two or three rings.

”Hello.”

The man’s voice was low and seductive, and even when he wasn’t by her side, there was a strong sense of his presence, ”Have you arrived in Beijing?”

Nathalie, while following the crowd out, casually tucked a hand in her pocket coolly, ”Yes, just got off the airplane, getting ready to head out.”

The laugh from the man on the other end of the phone was light, his low mellow voice like the plucking of strings, lazy but with an indescribable air of nobility, ”The weather in Beijing is colder than in McKinney, be careful not to catch a cold...”

Nathalie looked up and noticed that people passing by were all wearing down jackets and coats, which seemed considerably colder than McKinney. She lowered her eyes and concealed the warmth flashing in her eyes, saying softly, ”I know, I was just in Beijing a few days ago.”

She had just been here when Lowie Wilmar asked her to come and see his grandfather, and it hadn’t been very long ago.

However, compared to half a month ago, the temperature in Beijing seemed to have dropped a few degrees more. Nathalie passed by a vending machine and almost stopped to buy a bottle of hot coffee, but seeing Alfred walking ahead, she pursed her lips, didn’t buy it, and continued following Alfred outside.

”...almost forgot that you were just here.”

As she was absent-mindedly walking, the man’s voice floated into her ears from the earphones tantalizingly, his voice deep, ”I’ve sent Brian Bonette to pick you guys up at the airport; he should be outside. You’ll see him in a bit. Wallace Radcliff is there, too, along with some people from The Ninth Institute you might not recognize... With Alfred around, just follow him and you’ll be fine.”

Nathalie felt an inexplicable tingling in her ear as she frowned slightly, lifted the corner of her eye, and looked ahead, spotting Wallace and the others not far away.

Wallace, Brian... and some unfamiliar faces she had not seen before, probably about seven or eight people in total.

She slowly shifted her gaze back and spoke in a carefree tone, quite roguish, ”Oh, I can see them already.”

*

On the other side, Wallace Radcliff also saw the girl emerging from the terminal building.

After a few days without seeing her.

The girl was still dressed in her impossibly cool style, only this time the sweater had been swapped for a white hooded shirt, and she still wore a Duckbill Cap on her head, hiding all her hair inside, earphones plugged in like she was talking on the phone, with a touch of nonchalance, laziness, and an almost uncontrollable rakishness!

He pointed toward Nathalie and turned to Brian Bonette, who was busy replying to messages, to say, ”Mr. Bonette, it’s Ms. Quinlan and her group; they’re out.”

They’re out?

Everyone from The Ninth Institute couldn’t help but look forward eagerly in the direction he pointed—

They recognized Alfred.

Amadeus’s right-hand man, usually inseparable from Amadeus’s side.