novelraw Chapter 1020: Nathalie, did you buy the stocks I recommended to you?
Chapter 1020: Nathalie, did you buy the stocks I recommended to you?
This drink isn’t too sweet.
It tastes a bit like lemonade.
But with added aloe vera, it’s very refreshing to drink, which she always liked to buy when she was in McKinney.
She had just come out from the Hot Pot Restaurant and wanted to buy a cup, but since Sadam Vinson and the others were there, and it was Alfred Garland driving, she didn’t make it to buy one.
She didn’t expect Amadeus Yancey to actually remember that she liked to drink this.
Nathalie Quinlan cast her gaze down again, took a sip, and curled her lips upwards in a pleased smile.
Govert Griffin and the gang with Sadam Vinson, however, were sour.
Sadam Vinson was the first to speak, his expression was indescribably complex. He smacked his lips, picked up the flower tea in front of himself with a sour tone, and said to the man, "Amadeus, how come only Nathalie gets a drink? How can you be so biased? Don’t you think, guys?"
He turned his head to look.
Govert Griffin immediately turned away, staring out the window at the landscape, with a ’it’s not me, I didn’t hear, it has nothing to do with me’ kind of look.
Sadam Vinson couldn’t help but curse: "Damn! What kind of reaction is this? They are ganging up to flaunt their affection, can’t we even resist a little??"
Govert Griffin didn’t turn his head, continued ’admiring’ the scenery outside the window, determined not to get involved.
Sadam Vinson cursed under his breath and then looked at the other three people.
As soon as the other three were met with his line of sight, they reacted just like Govert Griffin, as if scalded by fire – those who could flee did so, those who became ’deaf’ did so on the spot, otherwise, it was just a matter of something conveniently being dropped on the floor, and they went to pick it up...
Sadam Vinson looked around and couldn’t find anyone brave enough to stand with him in protest.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and then he looked again at the man sitting there so leisurely, and said speechlessly, "Amadeus, you usually don’t show up much around the Circle, how come they are all so afraid of you?"
Amadeus Yancey had a nicotine inhaler between his thin lips, his lips sexy and moist, with his elbow resting on the back of the sofa, leaning back, casually watching him: "Not sure."
"..." Seeing him as a classy but untouchable figure, Sadam Vinson felt he already had his answer.
Amadeus Yancey rarely mingles with Beijing’s second generation Circle, but there are plenty of legends about him in it.
Such as his ruthless tactics.
Such as, at a young age, commanding the power of The Ninth Institute, even the older generation fears Amadeus Yancey.
Sadam Vinson himself didn’t think there was much difference between Amadeus Yancey and people their age, other than being a bit more thoughtful, no problems.
He’s not afraid, but he understood why Govert Griffin and the others always tread on eggshells around Amadeus Yancey. After all, the most legendary figure among his peers was known to be a dangerous person, so everyone naturally didn’t dare to provoke him.
After realizing this, Sadam Vinson stopped fretting and instead turned to Nathalie Quinlan, his handsome face overflowing with confidence, and said: "Nathalie, did you buy that stock I recommended to you last time? Several of them have gone up."
Nathalie Quinlan sipped her drink idly while looking at game gear. Hearing his words, she lazily lifted her head, "Ah. That one? I bought one."
"You only bought one?" Sadam Vinson said with a hint of regret, "I recommended seven to you, six of which have risen; it’s such a pity you only got one."
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t speak.
Sadam Vinson asked her again, "Which one did you buy?"
Nathalie Quinlan placed her drink on the tea table with a quite casual demeanor and reported a name to him.