The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t figure out why he recently always carried these orange-flavored hard candies with him, but they tasted pretty good.

The irritation in her heart was diluted by the sweet taste of the orange candy in her mouth, and she looked at Amadeus Yancey, lazily tilting her head as she spoke: ”Dinner together tonight?”

Amadeus Yancey put the glass back and turned to ask her: ”With whom?”

Nathalie Quinlan repeated what she had just said to Sadam Vinson: ”Nicholas Fuller, and also my teacher and some people from The First Research Institute.”

When Amadeus Yancey heard that Orson Saban was also going, his fingers paused for a moment, seeming slightly helpless.

Nathalie Quinlan noticed his brief hesitation and thought he was busy: ”If you don’t have time, it’s alright, I’ll go with Sadam Vinson.”

Amadeus Yancey had already adjusted his mindset, and upon hearing this, his white shirt and casual pants outlined his long legs as he looked down at her, saying lazily: ”No, I’m free. I’ll go with you.”

Nathalie Quinlan cast a skeptical glance at him, picked up the phone that was set aside, and returned her gaze, replying with a ”hmm.”

*

Nicholas Fuller booked a private room at Rivendell.

Six in the evening.

Nathalie Quinlan’s group arrived at Rivendell on time, and a waiter led them to the private room Nicholas Fuller had booked.

Nicholas Fuller and Orson Saban had already arrived.

Additionally, Harvey Cadorette and Wincent Sullivan were also there, probably brought over by Orson Saban.

As soon as a few people saw Nathalie Quinlan come in, one was more excited than the other, and since Agnes Baker was a girl, she was more direct, disregarding Amadeus Yancey by Nathalie Quinlan’s side, and directly greeting the girl: ”Nathalie Quinlan, sit here.”

She enthusiastically beckoned the girl to sit next to her.

Nathalie Quinlan just said to the person next to her: ”I’m going over there.”

Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow, glanced around Agnes Baker’s face, and said in a very elegant and noble manner: ”I’ll sit with Mr. Fuller.”

Nicholas Fuller had Orson Saban on his right; he walked over and pulled out the empty seat on Nicholas Fuller’s left to sit down, just in time to block Orson Saban’s angry gaze at him.

Completely at ease.

Sadam Vinson also noticed that Orson Saban had been staring at Amadeus Yancey since they entered, indicating the two knew each other before.

”Ahem, I’ll sit here.” He coughed, touched the bridge of his nose, and had to sit across from Orson Saban, right in line with Orson Saban’s dark face.

Alfred Garland chose the last empty seat to sit down.

The waiter quickly served the dishes.

Nicholas Fuller ordered quite a lot of food, and soon the table was full.

Agnes Baker talked a lot, asked Nathalie Quinlan where she had been these past months, and then told her some interesting things at the research institute lately.

Truly a chatterbox.

Wincent Sullivan, on the other hand, was more tactful and kept looking after Nicholas Fuller and Orson Saban, occasionally bringing up topics involving the two elders.

Williansen Barness didn’t talk much, eating throughout with his head down. If not for his outstanding looks and strikingly calm demeanor, he probably wouldn’t have been noticed at the table.

Nathalie Quinlan initially thought Nicholas Fuller invited her out to talk about something, but it turned out Nicholas Fuller only wanted to throw her a welcome back party.

After a few rounds of drinks, the air conditioner in the private room was set too high, making the air quite uncirculated and somewhat stuffy.

Agnes Baker was still gossiping about the research institute in her ear.

Nathalie Quinlan casually picked up her phone, stood up, and said to her: ”I’m going to the restroom.”

”Huh? Okay.” Agnes Baker responded and immediately asked her: ”Do you want me to go with you?”

Nathalie Quinlan was sitting directly under the air conditioner vent, her head aching; her temples throbbed as she pulled out her chair, saying to Agnes Baker: ”No, I’ll be right back.”