The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1169: Chapter 1169: Nathalie: Afraid that her death wouldn’t be tough enough!

”I’m putting on a show for everyone?”

Adelle Wafford sneered with contempt: ”Yes, you just want everyone to see how much you care about surveillance, to shirk your responsibilities. Isn’t that right?”

Nathalie Quinlan said nothing.

She had seen plenty of reckless people.

She had also seen those like Ghania Quinlan who refuse to admit their wrongdoing, but never someone like Adelle Wafford who desperately tries to make a spectacle of herself.

Her eyes darkened, and she reluctantly smiled, not even bothering to argue with Adelle Wafford: ”Alright, whatever you say.”

”Exactly!”

Seeing her back down, Adelle Wafford secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to pin all the responsibility on Nathalie Quinlan.

Her face turned grim and cold, looking quite intimidating: ”Nathalie, you’re this year’s top scholar at Tsinghua University, and I believe you didn’t intend for this incident to happen. Just admit your mistake, let this matter pass, and I’m sure the Wilmar family wouldn’t press an innocent girl too hard...”

Myles Sullivan, after briefly weighing the pros and cons, also offered his heavy agreement nearby: ”Professor Wafford makes a good point, Nathalie, there’s no need to make a fuss. Admit the mistake, Uncle Sullivan will assure this won’t escalate to the police level, we’ll resolve it privately.”

Raymond Wilmar snorted, feeling somewhat uneasy, even though she wasn’t keen on letting Nathalie Quinlan off the hook, she turned her head away, assuming a magnanimous attitude as if she didn’t want to bother with the younger generation.

Mr. Zachmann watched as Adelle Wafford and Myles Sullivan tried to pin the failure of Mr. Wilmar’s surgery on Nathalie Quinlan with a few words, his brow furrowed, ready to intervene.

”My granddaughter...”

He managed to say just three words when someone suddenly stepped forward from behind, pressing his shoulder and silently comforting him: ”Mr. Zachmann, sorry I’m late.”

The newcomer, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, had an exceptionally graceful and dignified presence.

A simple white shirt on him exuded poise and elegance, his demeanor was striking, walking with a natural air.

His appearance immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Myles Sullivan’s heart sank as he saw him arrive, falling into an abyss, his eyes flickered, losing the previous forcefulness of wanting Nathalie Quinlan to admit fault.

”Mr. Yancey? This matter...” He tried to block Amadeus Yancey’s intervention.

But Amadeus Yancey stepped past him, not even giving him a glance, directly brushing by him and headed straight to the girl in the control room.

Completely ignoring his presence!

Myles Sullivan’s face instantly turned green!

Nathalie Quinlan was quite surprised to see him, she looked up: ”Why are you here?”

Seeing her standing unharmed in front of him, not appearing to have suffered, Amadeus Yancey relaxed, his eyes softened from the coldness he used to look at the Wilmar family people, gently adjusted her duckbill cap before speaking: ”Mr. Zachmann called me saying you were here, I happened to be nearby, so I came over. Are you okay?”

Nathalie Quinlan shrugged her shoulders, accustomed to his gestures and without any resistance, casually replied: ”I’m fine. I was just about to recover some data when you arrived.”

Seeing the seven or eight surveillance computers in the hospital control room, Amadeus Yancey roughly grasped the situation, nodded, and asked her: ”Need help?”

Nathalie Quinlan initially intended to say no.

But her beautiful black eyes saw the man hurried over, she paused for a moment, then changed her mind: ”Yes.”

Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow.

Feeling a bit uneasy, she avoided looking at him, coughed lightly: ”Cough. I’m a bit thirsty. Any water?”