The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 887: Chapter 887: Concern from Your Boyfriend

At the hotel entrance, the black Hongqi had just arrived and steadily parked in front of the Imperial Hotel.

The driver headed to the parking lot without getting out, so it was Alfred Garland who stepped out first, pulling open the car door for the passengers in the back and cast a glance at the steps of the Imperial Hotel. He said softly, ”Amadeus, Ms. Quinlan, we have arrived.”

Nathalie Quinlan had just finished a game and had put away her phone, only then noticing the car had stopped; they had already reached their dining destination.

She got out of the car leisurely, pulling down the brim of her hat to check her phone.

Once she exited the game on her phone’s screen, there were quite a few unread messages.

Silvania Ingram and Shawn Norton were both asking if she had gotten off the airplane.

Nathalie Quinlan replied to each message.

But it was Sadam Vinson’s message that came last, asking: ”Nathalie, have you arrived?”

Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t replied yet.

Amadeus Yancey had been watching the girl hooked on her phone all the way, not watching the road as she walked ahead, and with a helpless press of his brow ridge, he walked shoulder-to-shoulder beside her, reminding her, ”Be careful of the steps, don’t trip.”

”...” Nathalie, looking at her messages, lifted her head, her eyes pure black and white, squinting slightly with irritation, and her response lacked her former distant courtesy. With a mischievous retort, she replied, ”Hmm, are you cursing me?”

Amadeus Yancey straightened the short hair under her hat for her, in a good mood, his deep eyes seemed like stars that could swallow someone whole, and with barely any effort, he teased back, ”Nathalie, you don’t seem to recognize the concern coming from your boyfriend.”

Nathalie Quinlan: ”...”

To be honest, she had never before noticed that he was so good at making teasing remarks.

Perhaps because her heart was teased a bit too much and Alfred Garland was present, she quickly looked away, her action carrying a hint of fleeing, and turned to reply to Sadam Vinson’s message.

...

Amadeus Yancey watched as the girl pursed her lips, appearing agitated, yet avoiding to look at him. His chest trembled with a soft chuckle, clearly in a great mood displayed on his face. Despite Nathalie Quinlan already adopting a ’can’t provoke me, will avoid you’ attitude, he added leisurely from beside her, ”Actually, you don’t have to be so careful. I’m by your side and definitely won’t let you fall.”

Damn!

Nathalie Quinlan was typing on her screen, about to type the word ”downstairs,” but because he teased her on purpose, her fingers slipped, resulting in a typo.

And she habitually didn’t look back at her messages before sending them. By the time she realized it and looked, the message had already been sent.

Sadam Vinson had asked her if she had arrived.

Her reply was ”under Sadam Vinson’s face.”

”Face” from the saying ”no shame”!

Nathalie Quinlan looked at the message she had sent, took a deep breath, and automatically blocked out the person next to her, preparing to send another one.

She had sent half the message, and she was already on the third floor, walking towards the outside of the banquet hall.

Just about to enter.

A familiar voice called out her name.

”Nathalie Quinlan?”

This voice?

The warmth in her eyes quickly solidified, and she lifted her head, just as expected, seeing a familiar face.

Emilia Sullivan still looked the same, dressed in expensive and imposing attire: not to mention her brand-name dress and bag, but there was also a string of large, lustrous pearls around her neck. If it weren’t for the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth showing her age, her outfit would make her look at least ten years younger than she actually was.

Unfortunately, she had had an unsatisfactory year, dwelling on things and often in a bad mood, which aged her especially quickly.

Despite the thick makeup and the air of a wealthy matron, compared to Ivy Wilmar standing by her side, dressed simply with just a designer watch, clean and fresh, she seemed vulgar and pretentious, like a nouveau riche without subtlety or background, straight out of the countryside.

*

Emilia Sullivan suddenly called out the name of the girl walking by, startling Ivy Wilmar, and then noticing the man beside the girl looking over at them, his unfathomable eyes darkening.