The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022: Audrick Zachmann Replies to the Message

Amadeus Yancey watched the girl’s retreating figure leave, casually tossed away the Pai Gow Poker in his hand, held the nicotine inhaler between his lips, turned his head, and said nonchalantly to the table, ”You guys play.”

He waved at Sadam Vinson with his attention-grabbing brows raised arrogantly, yet with a carefree air, ”Come over and help me out with a round.”

Sadam Vinson reluctantly stood up but still made his way over to Amadeus, ”I come here to play games, and you make me play cards. What’s so fun about that.”

Amadeus Yancey didn’t respond to his complaint, gave up his seat to him, and then strode past everyone, following Nathalie Quinlan out the door.

*

Outside the corridor of Rivendell, Nathalie Quinlan came out to get some fresh air and leaned against the wall, casually playing with her phone.

She just played a five-person team game with Sadam and the others for two hours, the phone was slightly warm, but it didn’t use much battery.

Compared with Sadam and the rest, her phone’s battery seemed to last especially long.

The visitors to Rivendell were all either rich or noble, part of Beijing’s upper circle; their clothing is generally not ordinary. In such a setting, the girl stood out in her straightforward white T-shirt paired with jeans and canvas shoes underfoot.

However, Nathalie Quinlan, wearing a duckbill cap, was looking down at her phone, almost completely covering her chin.

Her stance was somewhat ruffian-like, with long legs propped against the wall, her whole demeanor casual. Her fair hands, like White Jade, rested on her phone, and the phone’s soft light illuminated her cap’s brim.

Nathalie opened WhatsApp.

Besides the messages a few people from her senior year class A sent her.

Audrick Zachmann finally replied to her message.

[All good.]

The message was from 5 minutes ago, around the time Nathalie had just come out of the private room.

Nathalie’s fingers tapping on the phone tightened slightly, her dark eyes appeared contemplative as she scrolled up through the chat messages.

The last message was sent by her.

Two hours ago.

She asked Audrick what he was doing and if he ran into any trouble.

It took almost two hours for Audrick to reply to her, with an extremely simple and even hasty response, as if he had hurriedly found time to reply upon receiving her message, not even having the time to type a couple more words.

Nathalie half-squinted her eyes, looked slightly irritated, and pulled up Stanley Zachmann’s WhatsApp avatar. Four days passed and still no new messages. She pursed her lips, then sent another message to Audrick.

[Nathalie: Where are you?]

The message was sent instantly.

There was no response from Audrick; it was as if he hadn’t seen it.

Nathalie was quite patient, not rushing back inside, flipping through other messages while waiting for a reply from Audrick.

She thought that since Audrick had taken two hours to reply to her last message, she might need to wait an hour or two, but this time Audrick replied very promptly.

Ding.

Nathalie saw the notification from Audrick, her shoulders relaxed, she leaned against the wall, tilting her head, and slowly opened it.

The message still bore the style of the previous one, indicating his haste.

[In Hestinn. Didn’t I tell you I was going to record a variety show? These past few days I’ve been busy with that.]

Before Nathalie could reply to him.

Audrick shows he’s typing another message.

Shortly after, a new message arrives.

[Nathalie, I won’t talk with you any longer now, the director’s calling me. I likely won’t have time to text you these next days, we have to hand in our phones for the show’s recording, I’ll talk to you when I’m back.]

After this message, there was no further activity from Audrick again, as if to confirm what he said about having his phone confiscated for the recording of the show.

Nathalie’s eyes dimmed slightly, the halfway typed message wasn’t sent; slowly, she deleted it one by one, her lips pursed, lost in thought.