The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 884: All the Red Packets in the Bundle have the Number 666

Ingram Family members, including Steffie Ingram, successively handed over their red envelopes, each larger than the last, clearly showing a lot of thought had gone into them.

They placed the red envelopes into Celine Tucker’s hands, and one by one followed her inside after finishing.

Celine Tucker had never imagined that the Beijing Ingram Family would come uninvited. Holding the red envelopes, her hand was stiff, and although she was smiling, the smile was quite awkward.

What was this situation?

...

Silvania Ingram had just arrived, and someone else appeared soon after.

Still, an old acquaintance.

Celine Tucker had met Sadam Vinson a few times before with Caryn Zachmann, although she had only greeted him from afar before walking away, but she certainly recognized Sadam Vinson and his group.

Today, Sadam Vinson was wearing a houndstooth shirt, his entire demeanor exceptionally distinguished, exuding an air of aristocracy. He always wore a trace of a cynical smile, accompanied by Govert Griffin, Brian Bonette, and others.

A whole bunch of them.

Before moving on, Govert Griffin’s phone pinged with a message, it was a group message.

He took a moment amidst his busyness to check it, and it was sent by Caryn Zachmann in the group.

[@Sadam Vinson, are you free this afternoon? Let’s set up a game at two?]

Below, many people were agreeing.

Normally, Govert Griffin would definitely give Caryn Zachmann some face, but after several such encounters, he had completely grasped the situation.

Mr. Vinson and Caryn Zachmann didn’t have the special relationship that was rumored outside. Caryn Zachmann could enter Mr. Vinson’s circle just because...well, it wasn’t that Mr. Vinson and Amadeus particularly favored her; it was merely to give Mr. Zachmann face.

Especially after the incident with Phoebe Hoffman last time, when Caryn Zachmann ran to the clubhouse to ask Mr. Vinson to speak up for Phoebe Hoffman.

At that time, he and a few others were playing Pai Gow Poker.

Sadam Vinson’s rebuke of Caryn Zachmann at that moment still left a deep impression on him.

What was it he said? It seemed to be, ’I don’t have that kind of influence with Amadeus, and you even less so.’ Tsk, this was certainly not like the rumors outside, where Mr. Vinson and Amadeus’s circle seemed to elevate Caryn Zachmann.

Rather, it was Ms. Quinlan, Amadeus’s sister who recently came to Beijing to play, who he often teamed up with, along with Mr. Vinson and Ms. Quinlan for games.

After spending some time with them, it appeared Ms. Quinlan was truly the one Mr. Vinson’s circle cherished.

But very few in Beijing knew about this.

And now, Ms. Quinlan’s graduation banquet was attended by Mr. Bonette, not to mention he brought along several from The Ninth Institute.

The folks from The Ninth Institute in Beijing always kept a mysterious separation from all major powers. The fact that these from The Ninth Institute were willing to give face to attend Ms. Quinlan’s graduation banquet spoke volumes.

Govert Griffin looked at several in the large group fawning over Caryn Zachmann, sneered, and while moving forward, replied in the group.

[Have to eat out at noon, not free.]

He then looked up, spoke softly to Sadam Vinson, "Mr. Vinson, Ms. Zachmann in the group is asking to set up a game this afternoon, she also mentioned you."

Sadam Vinson was holding a large red envelope; unlike others, his envelope contained no money but a bank card, thin and with a substantial amount in it—a seven-figure sum.

6,660,000.

This was a number he and Brian Bonette had agreed upon early in the morning, especially since Nathalie Quinlan’s recent exam scores were exactly 666.

A divine score, fitting to pair with a 666 red packet.

It also implied good fortune for a smooth university journey, which he was quite pleased with. Hearing Govert Griffin bring up Caryn Zachmann, mentioning she wanted to hang out in the afternoon, his lips curled into a mocking smile. His gaze remained impassive, but his tone was significantly more distant and cold, "Isn’t she busy with some vital medical experiments, so busy she doesn’t have time for lunch, and now, suddenly she has time to hang out in the afternoon?"