The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 742: Amadeus came over in the morning to stand up for Ms. Quinlan_1

Nathalie Quinlan had just walked over and bent down to pick up her phone, which she had tossed by the bed yesterday, when she heard him. Surprised hues shimmered in her black, beautiful pupils as she looked at him and said, "Hmm? How do you know?"

"I obviously know." Alfred Garland scratched his head, his face bearing the expression of ’I just do,’ and seeing Nathalie looking at him, he walked over, set down the breakfast, and then slowly began to explain to her, "Because Amadeus came over this morning to take Ms. Quinlan’s side."

"..." Nathalie lifted her lovely eyebrows, her fair fingers had already pressed the phone to life, lighting up the screen—just in time for her to see a message someone had sent her.

[Amadeus Yancey: I’ve arrived at The Ninth Institute. Still asleep?]

She glanced at the time.

Around 8:30 AM.

Half an hour earlier than Phoebe Hoffman.

Nathalie Quinlan gathered her collar, feeling hot and agitated, and walked over just as Alfred Garland was taking out the breakfast he had brought over this morning, item by item, from the bag.

The Imperial Hotel’s logo on the boxes was especially conspicuous.

One could tell at a glance it wasn’t from The Ninth Institute.

The breakfast from the Imperial Hotel is hard to come by; Sadam Vinson had mentioned it in passing when playing games with her before, noting that the Imperial Hotel makes a few breakfast items rather well and that he’d take her there next time she’s in Beijing.

Then he mentioned how the Imperial Hotel has many rules and usually doesn’t offer carry-out service. If you want to buy breakfast to take away, you need to get up very early and line up.

Nathalie’s eyes paused for a second on the seven or eight breakfast items, then she took her phone to the desk to charge it. While leaning onto the desk with a devil-may-care posture, she picked up a bottle of Evian water and unscrewed the cap; with her long lashes dropping low and a face full of drowsy sleepiness, she seemed to ask idly, "You said Amadeus stood up for me this morning. What do you mean? Did Phoebe Hoffman come knocking on my door early in the morning to apologize because of him?"

Alfred Garland set up the breakfast for her before turning around to see the girl leaning there still in her pajamas, leaning there with her legs long and straight, looking lazily alluring, unknowingly playing with a bottle of water.

Shit, Ms. Quinlan is, to a certain extent, similar to Amadeus.

Both are of that type who are unreasonably good-looking, not leaving any room for others!

He quickly averted his gaze, not daring to continue looking.

Then answered with a light tone, "Amadeus came to The Ninth Institute this morning and, in front of everyone, dealt with Phoebe Hoffman. She probably won’t show her face to you again for a while."

This time, Phoebe Hoffman really suffered a big loss.

The Hoffmans are considered a minor family in Beijing, skirting the edges of the city’s upper circle. With no remarkable individuals for several decades, from this generation onward, the Hoffman Family has harshly produced a few computer talents. Such as the domestically renowned hacker Lincoln Hoffman, who is Phoebe’s uncle, and Phoebe herself also has extraordinary talent in computing.

Now is the age of information, and since China’s IT revolution began later than that of other countries, there are naturally fewer talents compared to abroad, making computer and IT talents the point of contention among the great powers.

Being among those talents, and rarer still, both Phoebe and Lincoln possess some hacking abilities, which makes them all the more valuable.

This is evident from the fact that without allying with anyone, Lincoln still receives a measure of respect from the great families of Beijing.

For this reason, Phoebe’s status in The Ninth Institute is anything but ordinary.

She herself is well aware of her importance.

Perhaps because of this, Phoebe is notoriously arrogant, known in their group as someone not very accommodating.

Take Wallace Radcliff, for instance, who came from a rough hacker background.

Initially, Radcliff was with Phoebe’s group, but later was ousted by her and forcefully squeezed into another group.