The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Amadeus Yancey’s eyebrows and eyes didn’t move, his eyelashes were even longer than a woman’s, like snow-covered clouds, clear and elegant. He merely lifted his eyelids to glance at Sadam Vinson, then withdrew his gaze: "Not eating. You eat it yourself."

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t eat and stayed up there, so he stayed up with her!

"Oh, alright. You and Nathalie are like immortals, neither of you gets hungry, but I’m hungry. I’ll have a bowl of instant noodles to fill my stomach..."

Sadam Vinson figured if he kept asking, he’d get a mouthful of dog food, so he smartly didn’t ask Amadeus Yancey why he wasn’t eating.

He just buried himself in eating, asking nothing inappropriate.

...

The next day at eleven in the afternoon, Nathalie Quinlan emerged from her room bearing the fatigue of a sleepless night, holding a small black-covered notebook that hadn’t been there yesterday.

Alfred Garland was preparing lunch, and had just gone to ask Amadeus Yancey whether to prepare a portion for Ms. Quinlan at noon.

Turning around, he saw the girl coming down the stairs, and Alfred Garland was a bit surprised and called out: "Ms. Quinlan, you’re out?"

Sadam Vinson had just finished a video conference in the morning, and right after hanging up, he heard Alfred Garland’s voice from outside, so he immediately came out: "Nathalie is out? Where?"

No need for Alfred Garland to say.

Sadam Vinson could see the person coming down from the second floor himself.

Nathalie Quinlan was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, clearly indicating a night without sleep, her entire presence shrouded with the irritability from lack of rest.

Seeing her, Sadam Vinson instantly fell silent.

Amadeus Yancey was quick to react, promptly getting up to the kitchen to take out the milk he had been warming in the microwave, walking to the girl, and handing the mug over: "Drink something warm first, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

Nathalie reached out to take it, the warmth coming through her hand. Her fatigue slightly alleviated, she walked to the living room with the cup.

While saying, "Mr. Fuller and Grandpa Yancey..."

Amadeus Yancey noticed the dark circles under the girl’s eyes, and feeling a bit distressed, he walked over: "They didn’t wait for you last night, they already went back."

Nathalie rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache: "I finished yesterday..."

Amadeus Yancey handed her a piece of stomach medicine, his eyes lowering, his deep eyes mixed with gentleness: "I explained to Mr. Fuller and Grandpa Yancey for you. They know you didn’t mean it, Mr. Fuller told me before he left to call him if you find anything. As for Grandpa Yancey...you know him, he doesn’t mind much. You don’t have to worry about him overthinking, he’s just worried you might be too focused to eat or rest well."

This wasn’t just said casually, this morning Giordano Yancey had called early to ask how late Nathalie had been working.

If he hadn’t changed the subject, knowing Giordano Yancey’s personality, if he found out Nathalie stayed up all night and hadn’t gone out in the morning, he would definitely have come to the villa.

Fortunately, Nathalie came out at noon.

"Their airplane is in the afternoon, are you going?" Amadeus Yancey pondered for a moment, about to say: "Never mind, don’t go to see them off. Stay home and rest, I’ll go for you..."

Nathalie only then managed to slightly collect herself from her headache: "Mrs. Yancey and the others are leaving?"

"Mm. They’ve finished their business here in Inderia, it’s about time to go back." Amadeus Yancey recalled something: "Oh right, Grandpa Yancey left Fredy Yancey and Ian Edbert behind. In case you need manpower, they can barely be of assistance."

Nathalie didn’t expect Mr. Yancey to leave people for her.

As she was lost in thought about this, Nicholas Fuller’s phone call came through.