The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie Quinlan put down the phone.

At this time, Amadeus Yancey had already come down and walked to the girl. He unscrewed the water bottle on the table and handed it to her: ”What time are we going to the Imperial Hotel tonight?”

Nathalie Quinlan stretched out her hand slowly to take it, still immersed in what Silvania Ingram had told her. She didn’t even lift her eyelids, appearing somewhat lazy: ”Around six-thirty.”

Previously, she wasn’t sure when she would arrive, so she had arranged with Mr. Zachmann for seven at night. They would arrive half an hour early, just in time.

Amadeus Yancey responded with a soft sound, glancing at the girl, his voice slightly hoarse: ”Should I buy a gift for Grandpa?”

”?” Nathalie Quinlan looked up at him, puzzled.

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes seemed like a vast ocean, beautiful and bright, his thin lips carrying a slight smile: ”After all, an ugly bride is meeting her in-laws for the first time. I seem to need to make an impression. Will Nathalie the Goddess accompany me to choose a gift later?”

”...” Nathalie Quinlan was momentarily speechless.

Amadeus Yancey reached out to brush aside the strands of hair hanging near her brow, teasingly saying: ”Or are you planning to abandon me irresponsibly?”

His fingertips brushed coolly across the girl’s brow.

His fingertips seemed to spark a flame, with the potential to spread widely.

Nathalie Quinlan felt a surge of heat being ignited in her heart. She tilted her neck to slightly avoid his hand, her voice somewhat hoarse: ”I never said I wouldn’t be responsible.”

”Then... will Nathalie the Goddess accompany me to choose a gift for Grandpa later?” Amadeus Yancey knew well how to seize an opportunity, smiling slightly.

Nathalie Quinlan quickly raised her eyelids to look at him: ”You...”

Amadeus Yancey graciously allowed her to look.

Nathalie Quinlan stared at him for two minutes, then looked away, withdrawing her gaze: ”I’ll be twenty in a year.”

She had already turned nineteen, just one year away from twenty.

Amadeus Yancey had been mentally counting down to this date every day, naturally knowing what she was talking about. He raised an eyebrow slightly: ”I know.”

Nathalie Quinlan got up and walked past him with the water. Her voice lazily lingered in the air after she calmed down: ”You said yourself to wait a year. During this year, Mr. Yancey, please control yourself and don’t harass me.”

Amadeus Yancey looked at her back as she went to the kitchen to get milk, unable to gather his thoughts for a long time. He lowered his head, and after responding, chuckled lightly, his expression filled with affection.

He had never thought his actions would be defined as... harassment!

He had never imagined he would harass someone one day.

However... seeing the girl walking away quickly, her silhouette cold and cool, yet the faintly visible redness of her earlobe between the strands of her hair seemed to clear things up for him...

He tried to make himself appear not so foolishly smiling: ”I’m going to find Alfred Garland.”

The person in the kitchen apparently didn’t pay him any attention.

Amadeus Yancey curled his thin lips and calmly went to call Alfred Garland to prepare the car.

*

Before Nathalie Quinlan and the others went to the Imperial Hotel, they first went to the mall to buy some gifts for Mr. Zachmann.

Nathalie Quinlan also bought some things for Giordano Yancey and Candice Yancey.

And also for Silvania Ingram and Shawn Norton.

Alfred Garland carried seven or eight bags, fortunately, the car was parked outside, he put everything in the trunk, leaving only the gifts that Amadeus Yancey planned to give Mr. Zachmann and Stanley Zachmann during dinner in the car.

Half an hour later.

The car arrived at the Imperial Hotel.

It was just six forty.

The private room Stanley Zachmann reserved was in the Hibiscus Hall inside.

When Nathalie Quinlan arrived, the private room was already full of people.

Stanley Zachmann, Leonardy Zachmann, Hendrik Zachmann, and Audrick Zachmann were all there, but Celine Tucker was nowhere to be seen.

Mr. Zachmann had not arrived either.