novelraw Chapter 495: Your Wife Was Bullied?_1
Chapter 495: Your Wife Was Bullied?_1
This isn’t just a trivial question.
The Tsinghua University President was so furious with the results that he almost had a stroke.
Nathalie Quinlan’s enrollment had been cancelled!
This wasn’t a small matter. Tsinghua University was banking on proudly announcing a genius student after the college entrance exam results this year. With Nathalie Quinlan’s dismissal, there was nothing left for them to announce.
Without a second thought, the Tsinghua University President made a phone call to McKinney to inquire about the specifics.
On the other hand, Giordano Yancey also overheard the University President on the phone mentioning ’Nathalie Quinlan’ and ’cancellation of enrollment.’
With decades of experience, he didn’t need to think twice to realize Nathalie Quinlan must have gotten herself into trouble. With that in mind, he coolly took out his phone, dug up his good-for-nothing son’s number, and sent a text message over.
[Mr. Yancey: Is your wife being bullied?]
...
Amadeus Yancey saw the message while sitting in a coffee shop. The café was lavishly decorated and located in the busiest part of Beijing, yet it still offered a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle.
He sat by the window, the glass reflecting the endless stream of cars and the dazzling lights of Beijing lighting up his face, highlighting his pronounced nose. His trouble-making, handsome face wore a languid expression, paying no heed to Sadam Vinson, who was already in a heated debate with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner opposite him, the spit flying between them. Regardless of the commotion, Amadeus had no trace of concern on his face; his arm rested on the table, eyes partially closed, in a visage as if he longed for sleep...
After a few exchanges with the foreigner, seeing that he was still adamant about not leaking any confidential information, Sadam Vinson was so annoyed he felt like hitting someone.
Turning his head and seeing Amadeus Yancey’s indifferent demeanor, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Amadeus, come on, say something to help me out here!"
"Say what?"
Amadeus Yancey’s voice was deep, the kind of lazy hoarseness that sounded pleasant to the ear, as if a feather was brushing over one’s heart.
Even though his voice didn’t have much variation, it was still captivatingly attention-grabbing.
Listening to it was very comforting.
Sadam Vinson cursed under his breath about the demon’s allure, then quickly regained his wits and said, "Help me negotiate with them, will you? These youngsters won’t spill the beans, and they have me stumped. You have a way with words; you talk to them."
Amadeus Yancey was indeed ’truly eloquent,’ fluent in English with a pure Oxford accent, facilitating effortless communication with foreigners.
He too had studied abroad and wasn’t bad at speaking. Communication for him wasn’t a problem, but next to Amadeus Yancey, he just wasn’t in the same league.
Amadeus Yancey just glanced at him, picked up his phone from the table, and nonchalantly replied, "I was just watching your conversation. They are quite resolute. Regardless of who communicates with them, they won’t change their minds about telling us what’s going on in the Illegal Zone."
Sadam Vinson had pulled some strings to bring people in because he wanted their insight on Khendy Lordon in the Illegal Zone, but the whole effort was fruitless, which made him irritable as he turned to Amadeus, "What are we going to do then, you’re not going to ask?"
"We do nothing if they don’t want to say, then so be it, we will have to investigate on our own." His tone was calm and collected, but in reality, this was their only option. If the others refused to speak, it’s not like they could force their mouths open and make them talk.
"Damn, that’s annoying!"
Sadam Vinson swore.
Amadeus Yancey ignored him, turning his attention to his phone. He unlocked it and saw the text from his grandfather—Is your wife being bullied?
"..."
Pressing his thin lips together, Amadeus Yancey frowned at the word ’wife’ on the screen, puzzled about what the old man was getting at.