The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 827: Amadeus: Why Do I Seem Easy to Talk to Lately?

"?" Caryn Zachmann had never thought he would not give her any face, to the point that she even heard the echo of a slap resonating in the empty air, and for a moment, her mind went blank. Her blood rushed to her brain, her eyelashes trembled fiercely, and the color drained from her face. She couldn’t quite believe it and thought she had heard wrong, "Amadeus, I..."

Amadeus Yancey was lazily squinting his eyes, suppressing the cruel look in them, "Your face is given by Audrick Zachmann, and Audrick Zachmann doesn’t even have that face in front of me. He wouldn’t dare say to let this matter slide and wanted to settle it privately. What makes you think you can ask me for face? Why, do I seem very easy to talk to lately?"

Amadeus Yancey had never been easy to talk to, or to put it another way, everyone in Beijing knew better than to try and use their connections with him. Pleading through backdoor channels would only lead to a more miserable end.

In the past few years, Caryn Zachmann had been held in high regard by Govert Griffin and others in Beijing, and she somewhat spoiled herself into believing that she was a unique existence in this man’s eyes.

At this moment, it was as though Caryn’s face had been stripped and slapped, her whole body burning with shame, and she stuttered, wishing she could just burrow into a hole and hide.

"I..."

Now, Caryn deeply regretted making this humiliating phone call, and even more so, she regretted agreeing to do Lincoln Hoffman this favor. After all, what did Phoebe Hoffman have to do with her? She was simply confused and in a stupor from being blocked by Nathalie Quinlan, and now she had no idea how to save her own face during this phone call.

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Upstairs, Nathalie Quinlan finished blow-drying her hair and casually walked over to her desk to open her laptop.

Right after the startup,

Silvania Ingram’s message came through.

[I checked on the Hoffman Family and sure enough, there was a loose end not fully cleared. Don’t worry, I’ve handed it over to Jethro Yapiter to deal with, this time we’ll definitely teach them a lesson so they won’t dare to bother you again.]

Nathalie Quinlan glanced over the message from Silvania Ingram, crossed her legs, her expression nonchalant, resting her hand on the desk, tapping the keyboard, and logged into the Red Alliance’s software.

The red checkerboard grid featured a simple and recognizable ’S’ symbol.

As soon as she came online, @ilovebeingskinny’s avatar lit up, and they immediately sent her a message, angrily cursing Lincoln Hoffman, revealing that after questioning him, he actually took the Trojan developed by the Red Alliance and showed it off outside, and asked Nathalie Quinlan how to deal with it.

Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyelashes, her clear black and white eyes indifferent, and without wasting words, she logged into the Black Market forum.

Her slender, beautiful hands typed on the keyboard, and in no time, a statement from the Red Alliance was sent out.

After the statement was sent, she saw from the corner of her eye that her phone lying on the bedside lit up again with an incoming call.

The last call had been annoying, Nathalie Quinlan pursed her lips, leaned back in her chair, waited two seconds before getting up, walked over, and bent down to pick up the phone.

Seeing the caller ID.

Almost instantly, she concealed the impatience in her eyes, her entire demeanor softened, beautiful eyes gathered tenderly, appearing no different from an ordinary girl, "Hello, Aunt Cagwin... Oh, tonight?"

Nathalie Quinlan looked up at the wall clock, then lowered her eyelids, paused, put her hands in her pockets, and said, "Mhm, eating, anything is fine, I’m not picky, whatever you make I’ll eat."

"Mhm, I’ll come over right away, wait for me a bit, I’ll let you know when I’m there."

She patiently listened to the woman on the other end of the phone go on and on for a while, and only after the other party hung up first, did she put down the phone.