The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 945: Chapter 945: Mr. Yancey: You... must work hard!

Mr. Avalon unusually did not leave any grace for the other party and directly mentioned Master Carlo on Instagram, not saying a word, just waiting for him to check what he had posted.

*

Capital City Airport International Terminal.

This overseas medical trip was a total embarrassment, and Evelyn Quarles also found herself utterly humiliated, with the group not in high spirits.

After posting angrily on Instagram, Master Carlo stopped caring.

He hadn’t intended to post on Instagram initially but did it in a fit of anger after seeing Nathalie Quinlan arrogantly imitating them and mocking them on Instagram. He posted screenshots of some of Evelyn’s achievements in international journals.

Though he retaliated, he kept his dignity and tried not to pick a fight with a freshman. He initially wanted to mention her directly but restrained himself and didn’t specify anyone to look at the post.

But he was well-known abroad, and once his Instagram post was made, many people commented.

Most people agreed with him, believing that Evelyn’s failure to secure first place was purely due to poor performance since she had effortlessly won first place three times before.

The airport was announcing boarding information.

Master Carlo straightened his clothes, preparing to board.

Just then, his assistant’s face turned pale as he came over with a phone, handing it to him, ”Master Carlo, she has mentioned you on Instagram.”

”Heh,” the elder, with deep-set eyes, scoffed coldly, a trace of disdain in his frosty gaze as he took the phone from his assistant and said, ”I didn’t go looking for her, yet she dares to mention me...”

His words hung in the air, and as he looked, it wasn’t the freshman from Qing University’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Department who had sought him out on Instagram, but Mr. Avalon. He shut his mouth, focused on the research paper and the link slapped at him, and opened them.

QN.

An S-level paper on the BMJ Forum.

Wasn’t that the nickname of the girl from the medical competition on Instagram?

QN = Nathalie Quinlan, freshman from Qing University’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Department??

Compared to that, his displayed heap of Evelyn’s academic achievements felt like a joke, fiercely slapping his face, buzzing resoundingly.

His face suddenly turned the color of liver, and only after a while, urged by his assistant, did he board the plane.

Before boarding the plane, even in extreme embarrassment, he chose to frantically delete that laughable Instagram post he had made.

*

In Amadeus Yancey’s apartment in Rhine, he had just changed into home clothes and brewed a cup of coffee, not yet having a sip, when his phone lit up.

He casually placed the cup on a cabinet, leaned against it with his long legs lazily crossed, and picked up the phone to check the new message.

It was a message from Mr. Yancey.

[Is Nathalie around? Aren’t you guys out playing?]

Amadeus raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly amused, not understanding why his grandfather would send this message—was he that bored?

Had it been someone else, he might have ignored it, treating it like a spam text.

However, with elders, just like Nathalie, he always had the patience, glancing towards the quiet room upstairs.

Lowering his head, his long neck curved leisurely as he carelessly replied to Mr. Yancey.

[She is upstairs, said she’s busy with something, so didn’t go out. Are you looking for her for something?]

It had been five minutes since his message went through.

Mr. Yancey then seemed to have seen the message, replying with a rather inexplicable one: [She’s busy, huh. No worries, I was just asking.]

”...” Amadeus had just put down his phone.

Another new message came in.

Still from Mr. Yancey.

[Right, if she’s busy don’t bother her. You, a grown man, should find something to do every day, don’t be idle all the time. You... need to strive harder!]