The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 692: Dogs or Your Amadeus Dog_1

"Mr. Zachmann, could you please ask Lighten Chaser if he’s interested?"

Having struggled for three to five years without reaching the pinnacle of the Circle, Audrick Zachmann put away his phone, his thin lips barely touching as he gave an icy, "Scram!"

Thinking of that dream is so damn tempting!

If he ever dragged Nathalie into the entertainment circle, not to mention Amadeus’s disapproval, he wouldn’t even make it past there.

Let alone his grandfather and his father, and his uncle... It wasn’t that he wanted his sister to join the Circle; it was that they seemingly wanted him dead!

Audrick Zachmann shook off his agent and stood up with his hair styling incomplete, needing a breath of cold air to cool down. Yet still unable to calm himself, he took out his phone again and started sending messages...

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On Nathalie Quinlan’s side, she was still replying to messages.

But not to Audrick Zachmann’s messages, rather to those from Shawn Norton and the others.

Her typing was fast, appearing to lounge casually, tapping on her phone occasionally, but Amadeus Yancey observed that in just about a minute, she had replied to several messages.

Seeing the girl lounging with her leg propped up, engrossed in her phone and completely ignoring him.

Amadeus Yancey raised his eyebrows, his black eyes unfathomably deep, and suddenly started speaking, "By the way, Edric’s birthday is coming up soon..."

His voice was low and husky.

The headstrong girl had been lazily nestled on the sofa messaging non-stop when she heard him, she immediately looked up.

A pair of dark, bright eyes turned towards him.

Clearly, she was very interested in this topic.

"Edric’s birthday?"

Nathalie Quinlan suddenly remembered she hadn’t seen the little fellow for a while. When she was in Beijing, Audrick Zachmann told her that Mr. Yancey had missed the little guy and took him back, and he hadn’t been returned since.

However, the child frequently sent her messages, made voice calls, and shared his rehabilitation progress with her.

Recently, Edric Yancey had his leg brace removed and could walk on the ground simply, though not too fast, and he would get tired after a while, but for a five-year-old, he was recovering quite fast.

When Nathalie Quinlan thought of the sweet way the little guy called her "sister," her heart softened, and she began to consider what kind of birthday gift to get for him.

She had already given him the Small Pill.

It seemed she had given diamonds too.

What else could she give?

Nathalie Quinlan had a bit of a headache.

She wasn’t great at buying things for kids, and previously, it was with Amadeus’s guidance that she bought the little guy some game software.

Edric had almost mastered those games, and just yesterday, he had sent her a video of him beating a game.

She was contemplating.

She hadn’t noticed the man’s slightly upturned thin lips or the profound depths in his eyes, like stars and oceans, vast and limitless, ready to engulf her.

"I’ve selected a few gifts for him online, can you help me take a look?"

"..." Nathalie Quinlan was about to say she wasn’t good at picking gifts for children either.

But then she heard the man’s measured voice, speaking warmly, "Edric likes what you choose, he really likes the few gifts you got him. Can you help, hmm?"

Nathalie Quinlan, feeling irked, looked up and pursed her lips. As it was related to the little boy, she couldn’t refuse the request. After a silent pause of two seconds, she put her phone in her pocket, got up, and walked towards him.

"Where?"

"On my laptop."

Amadeus Yancey felt the approach of a sharp fragrance, almost losing his composure. He quickly steeled himself and considerately slid the laptop an inch towards her across the table.

His mood lifted as his lips curled into a smile, lowering his voice, he softly asked, "Which one of these do you think is good?"