novelraw Chapter 459: Miss Quinlan Has a Lot!!_1
Chapter 459: Miss Quinlan Has a Lot!!_1
"You may not have heard of it."
She said as she opened the small, square brocade box, which solemnly contained a white pill the size of a tablet, centered, neatly placed, and looking somewhat familiar.
Just then, the waiter came to serve the dishes.
Spicy chicken cubes, boiled fish, one after another, the hot and spicy dishes were brought to the table, making those unaware think they had entered the wrong place.
Since when did the chefs at the Imperial Hotel start cooking spicy Sichuan cuisine!
At that moment, Alfred Garland had no interest in the dishes; his eyes were nearly bulging out as he stared at the object in the brocade box, with a face about to cry, he asked Candice Yancey, "Young lady, this isn’t a Small Pill from the Black Market, is it?"
Candice Yancey was surprised he knew so much, arching her sharp eyebrows; Yancey family members all had dark eyes, and she was no exception: "You even know about this?"
"Yes, it’s the Small Pill from the Black Market," she admitted without hesitation.
"There haven’t been any of these pills on the Black Market in the past two months; I had to buy it through a middleman from someone else, spending a sum in the eight figures."
An eight-figure sum is not a small amount; ordinary people might not earn that in a lifetime, but the Yancey family and Candice Yancey both have money.
An eight-figure sum is not a lot for people like them, but it’s not a small amount either.
At least it showed that she valued Nathalie Quinlan deeply.
Amadeus Yancey picked up the pill from the box, his expression incredibly inscrutable, his gaze deep. He glanced at her, emotion indiscernible, saying, "Actually, you didn’t need to spend so much money on this."
Candice Yancey swept her hand in dismissal, not caring much: "Isn’t money meant to be spent?"
"That’s not what I meant." Amadeus Yancey put the box down, rubbing his temples, his head aching.
Candice Yancey didn’t understand: "Then what do you mean?"
Alfred Garland, trying to mediate in between, explained: "Young lady, you’ve misunderstood Amadeus; he didn’t mean he was reluctant to spend money on Ms. Quinlan. He simply meant that you didn’t need to buy this, because Ms. Quinlan has a lot of them."
Candice Yancey: "???"
She had made great efforts and used her connections to obtain the precious pill, and he was saying Nathalie Quinlan had a lot of them?
"Are you joking with me?"
Alfred Garland met her line of sight, scratching his head, not sure how to explain: "Really, I’m not lying to you. Ms. Quinlan really has many of these; I often see her eating them like candy, just kept in a chewing gum bottle in her backpack."
Candice Yancey felt he didn’t understand the situation.
With arms crossed and in a bad mood, she said: "Do you know how much these pills cost each?"
To eat them as candy?
And to store them in a chewing gum bottle?
Anyone who goes through great lengths to obtain such pills cherishes them and is reluctant to consume them unless absolutely necessary, yet he spoke so lightly.
Candice Yancey wouldn’t believe it, and with no other option, Alfred Garland turned his head to ask the man across from him for his opinion: "Amadeus, can I tell her?"
Amadeus Yancey glanced at Candice Yancey, closed the box, resting his hand on the table, leaning back in his seat, casually saying, "Go ahead, she won’t blab."
"What are you guys talking about, I don’t understand a thing," Candice Yancey said, annoyed at their seeming riddle talk in front of her, interrupting their exchange: "If you have something to say, say it directly. Otherwise, don’t talk. Don’t keep talking in half sentences, it’s frustrating for the listener."
Alfred Garland, bursting to speak, finally found the opportunity and looking into Candice Yancey’s eyes, he succinctly spoke: "*Cough cough*, that’s because Ms. Quinlan made that pill!"
He felt much better after revealing the secret!
Otherwise, he’d be the only one who knew how amazing Ms. Quinlan was!