The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 496: Hahaha, killed him?_1

Just as he was deep in thought, another phone call came in.

— Edric Yancey.

Amadeus Yancey looked at the caller ID flashing on the phone, suddenly picked it up, and stood up. Tall and with long legs, his 6’1" stature commanded a suffocating yet lax presence wherever he stood.

He excused himself to the group of blonde hair and blue-eyed foreigners sitting across from him in fluent Oxford English, "Sorry, I need to step out to take a call."

Five minutes later, he returned from outside, his eyebrows pressed down low, his face showing no emotion. But Sadam Vinson had known him for many years, growing up together in open-crotch pants, so how could he not notice that Amadeus was in a bad mood? He immediately frowned and, without waiting for him to sit down, asked in a lowered voice, "What’s wrong? Is there something going on?"

If nothing had happened, Amadeus Yancey would never return from a phone call with his entire demeanor deflated.

Amadeus rubbed his temples, his handsome face sharply contoured with the Yancey Family’s distinctive depth, with facial features too good-looking, described by Sadam as devilishly attractive.

Hearing this, he quickly picked up some items from the table and gave Sadam instructions, "Got a bit of a situation, I have to run back to McKinney. I’ll leave this with you, you try asking. If you really can’t get anything out of them, just drop it, we’ll conduct our own investigation. It’ll just take more time.

"I don’t mind taking the time, but aren’t you the one in a hurry? You suddenly started focusing on the Red Alliance and their relationship over there a month ago, insisting that I find someone to look into it. Information from the Illegal Zone is tough to come by; those people keep a tight lid on things. It took me a great deal of effort to find an international intelligence agency, and now you’re not concerned about it..."

Sadam spoke his mind, but his face showed more concern as he said, "What exactly is the matter? Why are you so eager to go back? McKinney isn’t that big, what on that palm-sized land attracts you so much? You seem hooked on McKinney and lately don’t even want to come back."

Amadeus Yancey picked up his jacket lying on the side, his wrist adorned with Buddhist beads and a silver bracelet, giving off an unusually charming appearance. He replied casually, "Nothing really, you’ll find out soon enough. When the time is right, I’ll introduce you."

Sadam: ???

Introduce what?

Introduce the good food and fun in McKinney?

He was unconvinced.

At most, McKinney was a second-tier city with mediocre cultural heritage and few scenic spots. Wasn’t Beijing wonderful? He’d have to be nuts to keep running to McKinney!

He didn’t take it seriously in his heart, but he still saved face and humored him, "Alright, I’ll be waiting."

...

Leaving the coffee shop, Amadeus Yancey made a call to Alfred Garland.

Instantly, the phone connected, and a resonant male voice came through, "Hello, Amadeus, are you done? I’ll bring the car around to pick you up right away."

"Mhm." Amadeus Yancey looked down, playing with the silver bracelet on his wrist, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes extremely cold. "Help me check what happened in McKinney. How did Nathalie end up at the police station?"

"Eh? Ms. Quinlan is at the police station?!" Alfred Garland sounded even more surprised than him, "Why? How could that be possible?"

Amadeus’s eyes were cold as he said, "I heard she got into a fight."

Alfred Garland: "..."

The voice on the other end of the phone hesitantly asked, "...Did she kill someone?"

Hearing this soul-searching question, Amadeus rarely hesitated for a second, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a husky voice, "Hm?"

With even less confidence than Amadeus imagined, Alfred whispered earnestly, "Amadeus, Ms. Quinlan didn’t... she didn’t kill that person, did she?"

He thought it was very possible! Extremely possible!