The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 892: This Speed is a Bit Fast

Mr. Zachmann, upon hearing this, calmly set down his teacup and replied with deep meaning, "You’ve forgotten, Mr. Yancey is also here today."

Leonardy Zachmann immediately got it: "For Mr. Yancey’s face?"

He had just been at the entrance greeting guests and indeed noticed that most of the families that came were on good terms with the Yancey Family.

As for the minority... he didn’t think too deeply about it.

What he mainly felt was that Nathalie Quinlan, a student from McKinney, despite her good grades, couldn’t possibly know so many people, some of whom couldn’t even be invited under normal circumstances.

He had just wanted to mention to Mr. Zachmann that Jaycent Kingsley had also arrived.

But who would’ve known, just as he was about to, Ericko Zachmann walked past him, looked towards the entrance, and with a sudden change from his previous calmness, showed a worried expression and asked, "Where’s Nathalie? Have you called her? Why hasn’t she arrived yet?"

Mr. Zachmann paused, then added, "I just called her, and she didn’t answer. Could something have happened to her on the way?"

He wasn’t concerned about why so many people had come to the graduation banquet; at his age, what mattered more to him was his granddaughter’s safety.

Leonardy Zachmann looked back and didn’t see Nathalie Quinlan. He pursed his lips and immediately said, "I’ll give her a call to ask. She should be arriving soon. I asked her before, she said she was on her way here after getting off the airplane, about a half-hour, and it’s just been half an hour now..."

Mr. Zachmann hummed, as if he hadn’t heard the "it’s just been half an hour," and with concern, said, "You give her a call to ask."

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No sooner had Nathalie Quinlan entered the dining area than Leonardy Zachmann’s phone call arrived. She had a wild brow, with a lifted corner of her eye, she frowned slightly. Although she had arrived, she didn’t hang up the call but answered the phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello, yeah, I’ve arrived. I just didn’t pick up the phone downstairs..."

She looked up and saw the banquet hall full of people, with many tables packed full, more attendees than she had anticipated.

Besides a few familiar faces she knew, there were many she didn’t recognize. Holding the phone, Nathalie Quinlan, recalling the tone Leonardy Zachmann had used when he previously called her and having said ’not to be disappointed, as perhaps not many would come’, now realized who had called all these unfamiliar faces here upon seeing so many of them.

She let out a "hmm," a smile tugging slightly upwards at the corner of her lips, feeling a warm current flow through her heart.

Then glancing down, she pushed the brim of her hat down to conceal her delicate visage, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "...just got in, I’ve arrived."

Compared to the other diners, her outfit was very simple, as ordinary as it could be, again with a duckbill cap, revealing only her chin.

Ordinary people didn’t see the girl who suddenly appeared in the banquet hall as the protagonist of today’s graduation banquet and simply assumed that Nathalie Quinlan had walked into the wrong place by mistake.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t mind this, pulling her single shoulder bag along, hanging up on Leonardy Zachmann, and about to head deeper inside.

She had already seen Mr. Zachmann and Leonardy Zachmann there and intended to go over to say hello, to ask about Mr. Zachmann’s health and also to give him the small pills she had brought for him.

But before she could get there, her phone rang again.

Nathalie Quinlan lifted the phone impatiently, her eyes softened as she looked at the caller, and she answered.

"Where are you? I’ll come to you."

The man’s voice was low and husky, irresistibly pleasant.

Who else could it be but Amadeus Yancey?

Nathalie Quinlan pursed her lips, her expression slightly surprised: "I’ve just arrived and was about to go find Grandpa. You finished so quickly?"

She thought that given Emilia Sullivan and Ivy Wilmar’s difficulty, it would take him at least twenty minutes to get in. Nathalie Quinlan pulled away the phone to check the time – 5 minutes.

That speed was a bit fast.