The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 722: Kicked the Iron Plate This Time_1

She agreed to help this time, seeing it as a favor to Amadeus Yancey, but she truly wouldn’t be available in the future.

The air seemed to freeze for a full second.

Phoebe Hoffman just realized what she had said, her face suddenly turning the color of liver, and her hand involuntarily digging into her palm.

"Cough, cough." Brian Bonette coughed with a smirk, breaking the tension as he looked up to the proud girl and said, "Nathalie, let’s go, I’ll take you to Master Cadmus."

He couldn’t understand why Phoebe Hoffman suddenly agreed to apologize to Nathalie Quinlan, but it was obvious, Phoebe Hoffman had really hit a snag this time!

The little sister from the Zachmann family was a tough nut to crack!

No wonder Sadam Vinson liked her.

In a word, wild!

Her manner of handling things was quite refreshing indeed.

"Sure." Nathalie Quinlan followed him nonchalantly with one hand in her pocket, her silhouette as beautiful as it was cool, even pulling down her hat a little.

Phoebe Hoffman was left standing there, unable to regain her composure for a long time.

*

The security at The Ninth Institute was extremely strict.

After passing through a doorway with iris recognition, there was another door that required fingerprint verification before one could truly enter the research facility of The Ninth Institute.

Once inside, one could feel the starkly serious atmosphere that differed greatly from outside.

The people inside wore uniform white outfits, carrying various data notebooks, busily attending to their own tasks.

Even as a large group entered, those inside behaved as if they saw nothing, not raising their heads or glancing in their direction.

Brian Bonette led them towards a glass-walled laboratory and stopped, saying to her, "Nathalie, wait here a moment, I’ll go call Master Cadmus."

"Alright." Nathalie Quinlan found a place to sit down, showing no interest in looking around and took out her phone.

Mario Cagwin leaned over only to see her playing a game.

He couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth and said, "Ms. Quinlan, aren’t you curious?"

Just as Nathalie Quinlan entered the game, she received a team invitation from Sadam Vinson; she pressed the decline button and, without lifting her head, asked indifferently, "Curious about what?"

"Well, curious about..." Mario Cagwin, looking at her tranquil profile, stammered, "Curious about The Ninth Institute..."

Doesn’t Ms. Quinlan have any curiosity about The Ninth Institute at all?

You should know that in the eyes of the Great Families of Beijing, The Ninth Institute has a unique presence; how many people want to peek into the inner workings of The Ninth Institute, and how many people long for the cutting-edge technology and intelligence it possesses...

Nathalie Quinlan’s response didn’t seem the least bit interested.

Being patient with him until he finished speaking, she then half-closed her eyes, answering in a laid-back fashion, "Oh, not curious."

Mario Cagwin: "..."

He was left speechless for a moment.

He was actually considering that if Nathalie Quinlan was curious, he could continue talking about The Ninth Institute’s research results, like the iris recognition technology.

But she showed no interest whatsoever, quickly stifling all the enthusiasm he had for the topic.

Alfred Garland, unconcerned with him, fetched a bottle of coffee from a nearby cabinet and handed it to Nathalie Quinlan, saying softly, "The Ninth Institute only has coffee, Ms. Quinlan, please make do with some."

Having spent a lot of time with Amadeus by Nathalie’s side, he was quite familiar with the girl’s lifestyle preferences; Nathalie didn’t like to drink coffee or milk tea but preferred plain water or lemon water.

However, those in the research institute were mostly involved in overnight scientific research, and it was not uncommon for them to work day and night without sleep.

They relied entirely on coffee to stay alert and focused.

Thus, finding coffee in the institute was easier than finding bottled water.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t really care about what she drank; she lifted her head to take it, and said to him with politeness, "Thank you."

Alfred Garland felt a warmth in his heart, and his usually tense face relaxed with a smile toward her, "You’re welcome."