The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1371: No Matter What, the Other Party Really Knows How to Stir Things Up

Brian didn’t pay him any mind, and when he saw Amadeus helping Nathalie out, he lowered his voice to tell them about the situation outside: ”Mr. Yancey and your aunt have come over. Seems like today’s birthday banquet won’t happen. Is Nathalie alright?”

Nathalie furrowed her brows, not expecting Candice and the others to come.

And they even skipped lunch because of her.

”I’m fine.” She spoke with a hint of headache, her voice low: ”Just my right arm is broken.”

Seeing her standing there looking fine, Brian nodded and asked Amadeus: ”Amadeus, did you find out who did it?”

Sadam looked up when he heard the question about the mastermind, his usual carefree demeanor turned serious and solemn.

Govert and Alfred cared about this issue too, glancing over.

Who the hell has a death wish, stirring up trouble in Beijing by targeting Ms. Quinlan! They must be tired of living!

Amadeus didn’t want to discuss this with them now: ”We’ll talk about it later. I’ll take Nathalie next door to treat her wound, please look after my aunt and the others for me.”

Brian looked in Nathalie’s direction, seeming to understand what he meant, and nodded: ”OK, go ahead.”

With a scholarly and charming demeanor, he seemed very dependable: ”Leave this to me and Sadam, no need to worry. I’ll take care of anyone who comes to visit.”

”Yeah.”

Sadam finally understood what needed to be done, urging Amadeus to hurry inside: ”Amadeus, don’t worry about this, quickly take Nathalie to treat her injuries, don’t delay and risk infection.”

As Amadeus passed by, he patted Sadam’s shoulder, his eyes stirring, voice quite low: ”Thanks.”

Brian paused, glanced at Amadeus, and couldn’t help but chuckle, tapping Amadeus’ chest with a fist, releasing his hand, relaxing his brows: ”No need for that between us. Hurry on!”

Amadeus wasted no more time, taking Nathalie into the adjacent treatment room.

The door to the treatment room closed.

Once they were inside, Sadam tilted back his neck, his handsome face flashing a sharp expression, speaking to those nearby: ”Who do you think did it?”

”No idea.” Brian took out a bottle of chewing gum from his pocket, poured out two pieces, casually put the bottle back.

Actually, he had someone in mind.

His gaze flickered toward a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes not far away, then withdrew his sight, unwilling to think deeply: ”He and Nathalie didn’t say, we just have to wait for the final results.”

Sadam didn’t notice Brian’s quick glance to the side, heard his non-answer, furrowed his brows, turned his head, somewhat impatient, but ultimately didn’t press further.

He respected Nathalie’s wishes, and since she didn’t disclose, he didn’t want to keep hounding others—such people lack any perceptiveness.

People like Sadam, who grew up in the power circles, are straightforward without too many convolutions—only when compared to someone like Amadeus, who is even more inscrutable, deeper in their thoughts.

Compared to ordinary people, Sadam’s intelligence and emotional quotient are undoubtedly leaps ahead.

”What a shame we don’t know who the fool is. If I knew who...” Sadam swatted his hand in frustration, sighed: ”Never mind, whoever they are, daring to crash a car into Nathalie, they won’t escape without some serious consequence this time!”

Brian’s eyes deepened, hooking a trace of mockery.

No matter what, the other side seriously likes stirring things up!