The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 660: Showing off Wealth in Front of a Tycoon_1

"Isn’t that quite normal? There are many computer technicians outside who didn’t graduate from prestigious computer science programs. Most of them didn’t even go to university, and still, they can make a living fixing computers, right?"

Just then, the door outside was pushed open.

The girl walked in from the outside, still dressed in a hoodie and duckbill cap, her look was audacious yet restrained.

"Sorry for interrupting."

Her voice was hoarse, not the softness typical of her peers, but it was pleasant to the ears.

As soon as Wallace Radcliff saw her carrying the thermos, he immediately shut up about what he had been saying to Amadeus Yancey and greeted her familiarly, "Ms. Quinlan, here to see Amadeus?"

Nathalie Quinlan walked to the bedside, lazily placed the thermos down, and unscrewed the lid with an ’um’ in response.

Wallace Radcliff scratched his head, feeling somewhat guilty.

Actually, he held no ill will towards Nathalie Quinlan.

He even felt grateful to her for helping out yesterday. If it hadn’t been for Nathalie intervening and helping them fend off the attack, The Ninth Institute’s research data would have probably been lost.

It was just that after going back last night, the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed; Nathalie Quinlan was clearly just an ordinary high school student.

How could she program?

Unable to curb his curiosity, he looked up Nathalie’s information again, and after reading it, he felt even more astonished and suspicious. Her profile was just too ordinary.

Her grades were unremarkable.

Her experiences were unremarkable.

She was just too ordinary, which didn’t fit with her performance yesterday. That’s why he had spoken those words. But what he had said wasn’t directed at Nathalie, nor did he mean any malice. He simply believed that since Nathalie was often around Amadeus, it was better to clear things up about her.

After all, he was a brusque man, and even if he considered himself straightforward and without malice, he still felt somewhat apologetic for speaking ill of her behind her back.

Seeing that the girl had no reaction, as if she hadn’t heard what he had said in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, touched his nose, and feeling embarrassed to stay any longer, he said to the man on the bed, "Amadeus, I still have some matters to deal with at my institute. I’ll visit you another day."

"Go ahead," Amadeus Yancey replied with indifferent eyes and a pale face, void of much color. Such pallor would make another person look sickly, but on him, there was a surprising beauty in decay, both proud and enticing.

After all, Mr. Yancey of Beijing had never been outdone in terms of looks!

Wallace Radcliff nodded and stopped just before leaving the door, feeling a slight sense of guilt. He turned back and said to Nathalie, "Ms. Quinlan, thanks for your help yesterday. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime."

Nathalie Quinlan, pondering the dinner she had later, tugged at the brim of her cap and, with restrained dark eyes, said indifferently, "We’ll see, if I have time."

Her implication was that if she didn’t have time, she wouldn’t go.

Amadeus Yancey caught her meaning, but Wallace Radcliff did not; he instantly relaxed, smiled heartily, and said, "Alright, it’s a deal then! I’ll still be in McKinney for a while. I’ll contact you when I’m free. You can choose the place, and don’t worry about saving me money."

Alfred Garland: ...

Are you bragging about wealth to someone who casually spends five million on a small pill?

Nathalie Quinlan responded unhurriedly, and a satisfied Wallace Radcliff left the room.

Once he left, Amadeus Yancey propped up his pillow, his deep, night-like eyes gazing at the girl beside his bed, and he slowly started, "Wallace Radcliff meant no harm."