The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1050: I Wonder Who the Red Alliance Has Sent This Time

"8 o’clock."

@ilovebeingskinny saw her agreeing and hurriedly handed her the invitation letter.

"The time and place are on this. With this, big shot, you can go in."

Nathalie Quinlan asked him to put down the invitation letter, with her leg still resting on the tea table, her pose cool and eyes lowered as she continued to text on her phone.

@ilovebeingskinny noticed she was serious about the texting, assuming it was some important message, and gradually closed his mouth and quieted down.

*

In the same hotel, just above the Presidential Suite.

Amadeus Yancey had just finished bathing, changed into a bathrobe, with strands of his black hair hanging wet on his forehead, dripping water, his facial features deeply contoured, sexy and captivating.

He came out of the bathroom without rush to blow-dry his hair, casually picked up a towel, slung it over his shoulder, and picked up the phone that was charging on the side.

On WhatsApp, the girl had already replied to his message.

Still in Nathalie Quinlan’s style.

Brief and to the point.

[QN: I am going out for dinner tonight too.]

What a coincidence?

Amadeus Yancey raised his eyebrow, thought no further, sat down on the sofa, head lowered, and replied to the girl’s message.

His message had just been sent.

There was a knocking on the door.

"Come in." His voice was hoarse from bathing, his arm resting on the side of the sofa.

Outside, Sadam Vinson walked in from the hallway and saw the man on the sofa, then noticed Alfred Garland coming over from inside with tea in hand.

He carefreely pulled out a chair to sit down and eagerly asked, "Amadeus, do you think the people from Red Alliance will attend the banquet tonight?"

Amadeus Yancey picked up the green tea brewed by Alfred Garland, the porcelain white tea set containing verdant leaves, the water shimmering, tea leaves floating and sinking in the cup.

He looked languid and indifferent as he murmured lowly, "I don’t know."

Sadam Vinson, having been too excited to sleep since last night, now saw Amadeus Yancey sitting there so composedly, drinking tea. He pursed his lips, turned his head, and couldn’t help asking, "Aren’t you curious what the head of Red Alliance, sun, looks like, what kind of person they are?"

Alfred Garland, seeing him come over, went back inside and brewed another identical cup of green tea, brought it to Sadam Vinson, and upon hearing the words, looked up, his eyes clearly brightening with curiosity, just like Sadam Vinson, very curious about sun.

Only Amadeus Yancey maintained that indifferent demeanor, his attractive face appeared nonchalant, not the least bit excited, lazily leaning back, his eyes slightly dimming, his long hands holding the tea cup, he lowered his head to take another sip of tea before lifting his gaze, casually placing the cup back on the tea table, "Not curious."

"..."

Sadam Vinson, still not giving up, leaned forward, intensified his tone, "No, Amadeus. Don’t you want to know whether sun is round or flat, male or female, how old, where they are from... aren’t you curious about these?"

Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow, glanced at him with a meaningful look, "She’s not as exaggerated as you think; just an ordinary person. No extra heads or arms."

Sadam Vinson was silent for several seconds digesting his words, feeling as if he was listening to some cryptic text.

Sun is an ordinary person?

Throughout the hacker community, probably only Amadeus could say such words with such nonchalance.

If outsiders heard this, they would likely be upset.

Too Versailles!

He couldn’t be as composed as Amadeus Yancey, discontentedly muttering under his breath, "Of course I know they don’t have extra heads or arms, but I’m just curious, right?"

"Red Alliance has never attended this kind of dinner before, but this time they agreed to come. I wonder who they’ll send?"