The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Mrs. Lordon also felt this sense of oppression. She was surprised that Nathalie Quinlan, who seemed so young, could emanate such a sense of presence.

As she was being surprised, the girl spoke indifferently, ”Mrs. Lordon, I’m not familiar with you or Marco Lordon, nor do I know anyone from the Lordon Family. Khendy Lordon is my friend, and I’ll definitely stand by my friend!”

”If you want to find him, you can speak to him yourself.”

”...” Mrs. Lordon’s face changed.

She felt both anxious and irritated.

If she could contact Khendy directly, why would she be here at Nicholas Fuller’s desperately blocking people?

She wanted to reach Khendy through Nathalie Quinlan because she couldn’t get in touch with him directly!

She didn’t expect Nathalie to refuse her so bluntly, leaving no room for negotiation.

”Nathalie...”

A black off-road vehicle slowly parked in front of the three. The car window rolled down, revealing the man’s overly indifferent face: ”Get in.”

”Okay.” The girl got in the car without looking back.

The off-road vehicle left a cloud of dust behind, quickly driving away from the hospital.

Leaving Mrs. Lordon and Marco Lordon standing in place with difficult expressions, watching the girl leave without turning back...

...

In the car.

Amadeus Yancey rested his hand on the steering wheel, revealing a fair wrist, with a string of dark Buddhist beads around it, which did not conflict at all with his aura.

He turned to look at the girl in the passenger seat, speaking lazily and leisurely, ”What did they want to talk to you about?”

The girl had already pulled out her phone and was playing on it. Upon hearing this, she raised her head slowly, thought for a moment, and said with pursed lips, ”Nothing much, just asking me to call Khendy.”

’Screech’—

The tires screeched sharply, as the off-road vehicle came to an abrupt stop beside the flower bed.

Amadeus Yancey’s long eyelashes hid his eyes, his gaze deep and his voice low, tinged with unintentional hoarseness: ”So, Nathalie and Khendy are close?”

Nathalie Quinlan had nearly bumped her head, but luckily she quickly steadied herself against the car glass and avoided it. She turned back to see the man’s face showing concern as he asked this question.

She paused for a moment, then answered honestly, ”It’s alright.”

Amadeus suspected she was trying to annoy him, but without proof, he was reluctant to get angry and didn’t know what to say next.

”I’ve known him for many years.” Nathalie belatedly realized why he reacted so strongly, her half-closed eyes showing some weariness yet her expression serious as she looked at him and said, ”But it’s not the kind of relationship you’re thinking of—just friends.”

Amadeus’s tightly wound heart finally relaxed when he heard her define Khendy as a friend: ”Just friends?”

”Hmm?” Nathalie glanced at him, her fair hand supporting her chin, appearing to seriously contemplate, then looked up to meet his gaze, earnestly supplementing, ”Good friends, I guess.”

Just friends was enough.

But good friends!

Amadeus hadn’t forgotten that before he officially became her ’good friend’, he had also been just a good friend for more than a year, though part of it was his own doing.

He couldn’t help his eyelid twitching, his voice growing hoarser: ”Really just friends?”

Otherwise?

Nathalie looked at him, roughly understanding what he meant by ”otherwise”, and couldn’t help but chuckle sarcastically: ”Just a good friend. When did you become so insecure?”

Beijing’s Mr. Yancey should have plenty of women lining up to pursue him, like Caryn Zachmann earlier, and later Lianna Young... She hadn’t worried, yet he seemed concerned.