The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 821: Mr. Zachmann Doesn’t Give the Hoffman Family Any Face at All

The Zachmann family’s butler approached Lincoln Hoffman with utmost respect and politeness, both hands in front of him, "Mr. Hoffman..."

Lincoln Hoffman stood up, his face a mix of discomfort and anxiety.

It was clear that the elderly man sitting in the wheelchair was resting with his eyes closed, having no intention to engage, and though Lincoln was anxious and upset, it was futile, he could only put his bank card on the table, and in a low voice, said, "Mr. Zachmann, I am here sincerely to apologize on behalf of Phoebe Hoffman. With regard to what happened with Phoebe, I hope you can consider the face of our two families and say a word on behalf of Ms. Quinlan. As long as Ms. Quinlan is willing to forgive Phoebe, I am willing to personally go to McKinney and apologize to her, and henceforth, I, Lincoln Hoffman, will owe her a favor. Whatever she needs, as long as I can help, I definitely will..."

Mr. Zachmann still gave no reaction, maintaining the composed demeanor of a sage, seemingly not even wanting to acknowledge him.

But when Caryn Zachmann heard Lincoln Hoffman’s promises, the space between her brows twitched, and she subconsciously clenched the palm of her hand.

Seeing no reaction from him, Lincoln Hoffman let out a sigh, his breath laden with turbid air, sighed, his complexion heavy. After all, he was a person of status and found it inappropriate to linger uninvited in someone else’s home, so he said, "Since Mr. Zachmann wishes to rest, I will not disturb any further. I shall take my leave now and visit another day."

As Caryn Zachmann saw Lincoln Hoffman leave with the butler, something seemed to occur to her, and she quickly told her family, "Grandpa, Mom, I’m going to see Mr. Hoffman out."

Celine Tucker, seeing her daughter leave, felt uneasy and also said to Mr. Zachmann, "Dad, I’ll go have a look."

Both mother and daughter left one after the other, vanishing into the villa’s living room. Only then did Mr. Zachmann open his eyes, his dark pupils cloudy yet filled with keen intelligence, he looked at his youngest son who was just bringing the tea, massaged his temples, and said tiredly, "I don’t know how Nathalie is doing, if she has been injured. Audrick too, Nathalie is staying at his place, and he had the nerve not to inform the family when such a serious matter occurred. I only found out after Lincoln Hoffman showed up about what Phoebe had done."

Leonardy Zachmann poured the tea that was prepared for Lincoln Hoffman into the trash can, bent down to place the teacup aside, his lips pursed, his expression stern, "I’ll give Audrick a call later."

He looked at his father, who was visibly tired and full of concern, placed a hand on the elderly man’s shoulder, and said, "Dad, don’t worry too much! Since Audrick hasn’t called home, it means that Nathalie hasn’t been injured, and if there is an injury, it must not be serious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to hide it from the family."

"Yes."

Mr. Zachmann knew this deep down, clear as day, and understood that if Nathalie had been injured, Audrick wouldn’t dare keep it from the family. Suddenly, he looked up at his youngest son and said, "There are just over ten days until the college entrance exams. After the exams, Nathalie will definitely come to Beijing to study. I originally found someone to recognize her ancestry, but considering various factors, I decided to let her stay in McKinney to study for the time being, but she is definitely going to come back."

"I know." Leonardy Zachmann appeared relaxed, unfazed by the matter, and even assured his father, "I’ve already got the servants preparing a room. There are many rooms in the house, and we will see which one Nathalie likes. Whichever room she chooses, I’ll have it redecorated for her."

Ericko Zachmann did not speak, his gaze deep, his black eyes intense. He clenched his hand around the railing of his wheelchair armrest, seemingly deep in thought.