The Unveiling of Secret Queen

The next day.

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Amadeus Yancey came out of the study, glanced around the living room and saw nobody, only Alfred Garland busy organizing the house.

He walked over lazily and asked, ”Where is everyone?”

Alfred Garland, holding Sadam Vinson’s game controller intending to put it back, turned around and quickly replied upon seeing Amadeus, ”Are you asking about Ms. Quinlan and Mr. Vinson? They both went out, seemingly to meet someone.”

Amadeus plopped down on the sofa, leaned back slightly against the cushion, stretched out his long legs, and his face looked tired from lack of sleep.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, lifted his gaze to Alfred Garland, and his voice was low and hoarse: ”Did they go out together?”

”Not exactly.”

Alfred Garland decisively put down Sadam Vinson’s game controller, stood tall respectfully, and said, ”Mr. Vinson went out first, then Ms. Quinlan went out. They left about half an hour apart... I know about Mr. Vinson, I saw him take a phone call yesterday, judging by his tone, it seemed like one of Ms. Quinlan’s friends had asked him out.”

Nathalie Quinlan’s friend?

Amadeus slightly furrowed his brows, and a figure already appeared in his mind.

He had an idea.

Without surprise, the person Alfred Garland mentioned who invited Sadam Vinson was Emma Gabehart, who was quite close to Nathalie Quinlan.

However, looking at the way the two interact, it didn’t seem like a superior-subordinate relationship, more like friends. This also matched Nathalie Quinlan’s laid-back and carefree nature!

”As for Ms. Quinlan...” Alfred Garland thought for a moment, looked up seriously and said, ”Ms. Quinlan just told me she was going out for a while, didn’t say who she was going to meet. I guess she’s meeting a friend too? She said she’d be back for dinner tonight.”

At this moment, Amadeus stood up and picked up the car keys, looking like he was about to go out.

Alfred Garland quickly took off his apron and caught up with him: ”Amadeus, where are you going? Let me drive.”

”Hm.”

Amadeus casually tossed the keys to him, his whole demeanor exuded an elegant and noble aura, making it hard for anyone to associate him with anything down-to-earth: ”To the mall.”

Alfred Garland took the car keys and walked outside, considerately fetched a coat for the man at the hallway. Upon hearing this, he turned around, thinking Amadeus was going to buy something.

Who knew he hadn’t even asked.

The man seemed to just meet his gaze; his eyebrows slightly raised, beautiful eyes looking at him, and said naturally: ”Buy groceries.”

”She’s been too tired lately, tonight I’ll make some chicken soup for her to drink.”

Alfred Garland immediately understood who he was referring to, forcibly fed a mouthful of dog food, and gloomily went to get the car ready.

...

Some restaurant in the city center.

Nathalie Quinlan arrived at two forty.

”Guest, do you have a reservation?” The waiter came over and asked properly.

Nathalie Quinlan pressed down her duckbill cap, flipped out her phone, and showed her: ”Do you know this number? Check if this person has a reservation.”

”Okay.” The waiter pulled out a tablet and started checking their reservations for the day on the spot.

It didn’t take two minutes for him to put away the tablet and respectfully reach out his hand to guide her: ”Please follow me, guest.”

He led Nathalie Quinlan to a window seat and then walked away.

Nathalie Quinlan went directly over, ordered a cup of flower tea, and sat there waiting for someone. She glanced at the time and simply took out her phone to start a game.

Today, her game friends list was quite quiet; the usually 24/7 online Sadam Vinson was not there, only Nadya Tucker was online.

Nathalie Quinlan had just logged in, hadn’t even had time to go invisible.

Nadya Tucker immediately sent her a team invitation.

[Ms. Quinlan, want to play a game?]