The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 735: Nathalie’s Sponsored Life Tastes Pretty Good_1

Brian Bonette had thought he had already cured Master Cadmus’ migraine, only to realize now he was merely wishful thinking.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t pay attention to him. She searched her bag and took out a glass bottle, handed it to Master Cadmus, and said, "Please take this for now, one pill a week. There should be about a three-month supply in there."

"What is this?" Master Cadmus took the glass bottle from her hand, looked at it with confusion, and saw no label or prescription. It was just white pills that looked like sugar pills.

"It’s a kind of immunostimulant, not specifically for treating insomnia, but I’ve tried it, and it can regulate sleep after taking it. The effect is pretty good," she said casually.

Alfred Garland’s mouth twitched fiercely as he saw her casually hand out another bottle of small pills.

A bottle!

Once a week, and Ms. Quinlan said there was a three-month supply inside.

He counted on his fingers and figured there were at least 12 pills. Now, on the black market, the price for one pill was around an eight-figure sum...

The approximate price of the bottle Ms. Quinlan just gave to Master Cadmus was nine figures.

After figuring it out, Alfred Garland couldn’t help but gasp.

He thought Amadeus should really consider the possibility of becoming a kept man. The way he saw it, Ms. Quinlan’s "sugar mommy" gig seemed pretty sweet!

At the very least, Amadeus had successfully played the part of a kept man this time.

*

After dealing with Master Cadmus’ problem, Nathalie Quinlan returned to the accommodations Alfred Garland had arranged for her, and it was almost seven o’clock in the evening.

It was cold in Beijing, and by eight o’clock, the sky outside was gradually darkening.

Nathalie Quinlan took a bath first, changed into a bathrobe, and then walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet, dripping with water, and the droplets slid down her slender nape into her bathrobe, unwittingly seductive.

She brought out a towel with her, placed it on her head, didn’t even bother to dry her hair, and lazily walked out, just about to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

That’s when she heard her phone ringing.

Nathalie Quinlan stopped halfway through opening the fridge, paused, but still slowly took out a bottle of Evian from the fridge, unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back for a sip, then nonchalantly walked back to her desk and picked up the charging phone.

One look.

A video call.

Lowie Wilmar and Silvania Ingram knew her personality well, so they seldom made video calls to her.

Shawn Norton did like to make video calls, but he had just returned to the country, and as a master of intangible cultural heritage, he had a lot of things to do and was as busy as a top, lacking the energy to seek her out.

Nathalie Quinlan’s lashes drooped, her raven-black eyelashes casting a halo of orange light on her pale, oval face.

She picked up the phone, slid to unlock it, and upon seeing who was calling her via video, her eyebrows lifted in surprise.

Amadeus Yancey.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t answer right away, instead glancing at the time displayed on her open laptop nearby, making sure it was almost eight o’clock in the evening.

Only then did she unplug the charger and walk with the phone towards the window.

The video connected.

What appeared before her eyes was that man’s face, as troublingly attractive as ever. After a busy and tiring day, seeing this face of unparalleled beauty actually lifted her spirits.

She placed the phone by the window, drying her hair with the towel while she lazily asked, "You need something from me?"

Amadeus Yancey chuckled upon realizing that the girl on the phone didn’t consider him a stranger at all. She was still in her bathrobe, obviously fresh from a bath, and hadn’t even dried her hair before answering his call. He opened a bottle of red wine, sat down on the sofa, and with a similarly languid expression, said leisurely, "Can’t I look for you if there’s nothing wrong?"