The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1595: Chapter 1595: Isn’t This Age a Bit Too Young?

Nathalie Quinlan returned to Rhine to get the black box from the airplane crash and went to Jeremiah Bonette’s place.

”Come in.”

Jeremiah Bonette has a tranquil private estate in Beijing. The ancient residence is situated on one side of Penny Parkway, surrounded by various sizes of courtyard houses, with green tiles and blue bricks, full of the aura of time’s sedimentation.

You don’t even talk about the price of real estate in this location; ordinary people definitely can’t afford to live here.

Nathalie Quinlan appeared quite calm, hands in her pockets, her brows and eyes unmoved, lashes slightly lowered, seemingly unsurprised by Jeremiah Bonette’s residence, following him inside with a composed demeanor.

Her calm and composed attitude, on the contrary, caught the butler’s attention, who glanced at Nathalie Quinlan with some surprise before properly withdrawing his gaze, focusing on the sight and following the two.

Upon reaching the living room, Jeremiah Bonette led Nathalie Quinlan to sit down, then instructed the butler, ”Brew two cups of tea.”

”Alright, young master.” The butler bowed respectfully and prepared to make tea.

Jeremiah then seemed to remember, turning his head with an evident gentleness and respect toward Nathalie Quinlan, ”Ms. Quinlan, would you like tea or coffee?”

The butler paused, involuntarily glancing again toward the girl, eyes increasingly surprised.

This girl looked quite young, probably eighteen or nineteen by his estimate, likely still in school; the young lady was quite beautiful, a look that would be top-notch even in the entertainment circle, just a bit young!

He withdrew his line of sight and quietly glanced over at Jeremiah Bonette, his expression growing complicated.

The young master, at over thirty, hadn’t found someone to bring home.

The family had been urging him for years, the old lady had long been anxious, even publicly stated she was fine as long as the young master brought someone back, the family wouldn’t fuss about social status and all, as long as she’s female, alive is alright.

But... the old lady never said eighteen or nineteen would be alright!

The old butler’s heart was filled with conflicting emotions as he sneakily glanced at Nathalie Quinlan twice more, increasingly finding her charming.

Charming as she was.

He still thought that if the young master brought this young lady home, the old lady’s feather duster might not remain unused!

Nathalie Quinlan noticed the Bonnete Family’s butler had been sneakily watching her, she reached to adjust her hat brim, pressing down her duckbill cap nonchalantly, ”I’m fine with anything.”

Jeremiah Bonette’s brows moved as if he wanted to say something.

Nathalie Quinlan said casually, ”I’ll just have tea, no need to change.”

Jeremiah Bonette nodded, turned again and told the butler, ”Then two cups of tea, I remember someone sent black tea to the family, brew Nathalie a cup of black tea.”

He then turned back to Nathalie Quinlan, ”Green tea can be cold-natured, girls should drink less.”

The old butler’s expression instantly grew complex, more tangled, raising his head with hesitation to glance at Jeremiah Bonette, seeming like he wanted to say something, then lowered his head, ”...Alright, I’ll go brew it now.”

”Mm, go ahead.” Jeremiah Bonette didn’t pay much attention, waving him off to get busy.

Once the old butler walked away, Jeremiah wasted no time, directly addressing the girl, ”Brian told me you need to find a playback device for a discontinued airplane’s black box?”

”Yes, Boeing 737-300, does Mr. Bonette’s family have a playback device for this airplane model?” The girl’s brows and eyes were quite exquisite, her bright black eyes transparently looking at him.

Jeremiah Bonette was momentarily stunned by her gaze, furrowing his brows in contemplation, ”Boeing? An old model 737-300? Let me think.”

Nathalie Quinlan waited for him to think slowly.