novelraw Chapter 543: Amadeus is Really a Dog!_1
Chapter 543: Amadeus is Really a Dog!_1
While speaking, Nathalie Quinlan came over, opened the car door, and just caught his last words. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively and casually asked, "Who would be thrilled to death?"
"Ms. Quinlan, you’re back?" Alfred Garland only then noticed her, awkwardly explaining, "I was just talking to Amadeus, didn’t see you there."
Amadeus Yancey discreetly put out the cigarette in his hand, tossed the butt into the drawer, and opened both car windows to let the outside air circulate in.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t notice he had been smoking.
Upon hearing Alfred Garland’s words, she said lazily, "Yeah, I was supposed to message you I’d be over in five minutes, but got held up a bit. Have you been waiting long?"
"No." Alfred glanced at the time, only about ten minutes had passed beyond the five minutes Nathalie Quinlan mentioned.
Nathalie Quinlan had already gotten into the car, lifted her eyelids again, remembering the previous topic, and asked with curious elegance, "Whom were you just saying would be thrilled to death?"
"It’s that..." Simon Cadwell’s name almost slipped out.
Alfred was about to spill it out when he suddenly remembered that Amadeus didn’t seem to plan on telling Ms. Quinlan about these private matters he was handling.
"That what?" Nathalie Quinlan waited for a while, getting a little irritated.
"That..." Alfred Garland almost bit his own tongue, wishing he could slap himself twice, chastising his loose lips for not looking around before speaking. Now what? How was he supposed to smooth over his words?
The car’s air conditioner was on, and he had been sitting inside waiting for Nathalie Quinlan for nearly half an hour. It should have been hot, but at that moment, Alfred felt a cold sweat breaking out over his back, nearly soaking his clothes.
"It’s just that..."
Alfred stuttered, unable to go on, nearly crying. Amadeus didn’t allow him to say it, and he dared not speak Simon Cadwell’s name.
Nathalie Quinlan had initially asked casually, not particularly paying attention, but seeing his nervous face, she turned her head to look at the man beside her and casually pulled the car door shut.
"Do you know who Alfred is saying would be thrilled to death?"
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were deep-set, his hard jawline softening since Nathalie Quinlan had gotten into the car. Now, hearing her speak to him, his eyes lifted, glancing at the person in the front seeking help, and he spoke indifferently, "No idea, wasn’t paying attention."
Alfred Garland: ...
Amadeus, whether or not I’m human I don’t know, but you’re definitely a real dog!!!
"Oh." Nathalie Quinlan knew he was usually laid-back, as if he didn’t care about anything, so it was plausible he hadn’t paid attention to Alfred’s words — nothing unusual; she didn’t think much of it.
It was Alfred Garland, sweating in the nice October sun, who in desperation came up with an excuse, saying, "I remember now. Ms. Quinlan, I said I was thrilled to death."
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He regained his composure and hurriedly put forth the excuse he had concocted: "It’s about that night, didn’t you send a document to Amadeus? I was thinking about the stuff about Jecksen Wilmar in that document and couldn’t help but laugh. That’s why I said to Amadeus that I was thrilled to death..."
It must be said, his makeshift excuse was far-fetched and wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny.
Alfred knew his made-up story was weak, held his breath, fearing Nathalie Quinlan would question it further, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Ms. Quinlan, how did you get those documents? Those things aren’t easy to find..."
In fact, the document sent by Nathalie Quinlan that night contained a record of an overseas transaction, and the recipient was none other than Jecksen Wilmar.
But the person who made that transaction stood out even more.
It was a big-time drug trafficker on the run overseas.
This evidence was enough to crush Jecksen Wilmar, and it was also why Raymond Wilmar, notoriously protective of his family, was hesitant to take any action.
With no choice, as Jecksen Wilmar’s fate hung in Amadeus’s hands at the moment, how could she not capitulate?