The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1394: Amadeus Signed for the Package
Leo Dunn pursed his lips. He was about to say, "You typed really fast just now," but then suddenly remembered he shouldn’t pressure Nathalie Quinlan. He swallowed his words silently, feeling quite stifled inside!
He really thought Nathalie was typing messages with her left hand incredibly fast just now!
"What’s going on with you guys?"
Jackson Wafford didn’t pay much mind to it. He was in his forties, and due to his long-term profession, he had a scholarly aura about him, very genteel. Though not particularly outstanding in appearance, he gave off a cultured impression.
After a simple inquiry and seeing Leo Dunn’s non-committal shake of the head with a complex expression, he focused his attention on Nathalie, saying warmly, "Oh right, Nathalie, someone wants to invite us to lunch. Are you going?"
"The excellent student Zayn Fisher from the Finance Department under Professor Gober, his mother’s birthday is today, and they’re having lunch at the hotel we’re staying in. Professor Gober asked if I had time, and his mom invited you as well. Are you going?"
Upon hearing the words "Fisher Family, Zayn Fisher," Nathalie lost interest almost immediately, not even considering it, her bright eyes lowered, and she replied very coldly, "No."
Jackson Wafford wasn’t very clear about the ins and outs of the situation. Seeing she wouldn’t go, he pondered briefly and then said, "Alright, I won’t go either. I’ll tell Professor Derliand."
Having said that, he turned around to convey the message.
The car was still moving.
Nathalie propped her head up with her hand, her eyes half-closed, feeling a bit sleepy when the phone placed on her leg began to vibrate.
She lowered her head to look.
This time it wasn’t a message from Amadeus Yancey or Jhovany Sullivan and them.
It was from Valencia Jett.
[Did you go to McKinney for the competition?]
Followed quickly by the next message.
[Which hotel are you staying at? I’ll come to the venue to cheer for you.]
Nathalie’s thin lips curved into a pleasant arc, and she sent her an address.
Valencia instantly replied with an OK emoji.
After a while, Valencia sent another message.
[Oh right, Khendy gave you a gift. I forgot to give it to you last time, so I mailed it to your house. It should have arrived this morning; I even got a notification that it was signed for. Did you receive it?]
She had been at the Capital Airport since nine in the morning; how could she possibly receive a package?
Nathalie pondered briefly and then guessed who signed for the package, definitely Amadeus or Alfred Garland on her behalf.
When she thought of the "gift from Khendy," her head started to ache a bit, and she sent a message to ask her.
[QN: What did he send? Don’t tell me it’s something like guns and ammunition.]
The year before last, Khendy had sent her the latest AK-47.
The year before that, Khendy sent a new type of biochemical weapon that could end a platoon with a single drop.
This year...
Nathalie couldn’t imagine the reaction of Alfred Garland or Amadeus Yancey upon receiving the package.
Luckily, Valencia quickly replied to her.
[He must’ve caught some strange whim, designed you a bracelet. It’s hideous!!! Absolutely hideous!!!]
Nathalie glanced at the WhatsApp message emphasizing how ugly it was, accompanied by exclamation marks.
The corners of her mouth twitched.
The tense muscles in her back relaxed significantly, her jet-black lashes lowered, and the nerve that was taut eased up.
A bracelet is okay, at least it’s not a biochemical weapon or something.
This time, the gift was much more down-to-earth than Khendy’s past styles.
As for Valencia’s comment on the bracelet being ugly...
Nathalie nonchalantly lifted her eyelids.
When has Khendy ever had any sense of aesthetics!
Ugly. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
That’s just his standard operation!
Khendy’s high-end moves always involved sending over-the-top gifts!
