The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1402: All Thanks to Useless Teammates, Nathalie’s Cover Blown Badly
"Are you saying I’m playing terribly?" Sadam Vinson was clearly not able to accept this statement and placed his hands on his hips self-righteously: "Then how come Nathalie can carry me every game."
Govert Griffin was speechless.
With a hidden rank like Ms. Quinlan’s, of course, she can carry someone as addicted as Mr. Vinson, but he’s no big shot, and with Vinson playing like a kamikaze every time, how could he carry him?
"You won’t even admit you play poorly..." After mumbling a few words, Sadam Vinson turned his attention to Amadeus Yancey.
He saw the man lounging lazily on the leather sofa, almost sinking into it, his slim waist and long legs especially eye-catching.
He couldn’t help but think of the flight attendant who had been trying so hard to adjust her voice while speaking to them earlier, average looks but quite confident, constantly posing in front of Amadeus, like some comedian.
He clicked his tongue, thought of Nathalie Quinlan, and asked, "Amadeus, has Nathalie arrived at the hotel?"
"Yes."
Amadeus Yancey put down his phone, looked at him with deep eyes, and lazily said, "She went to visit Aunt Cagwin."
Sadam Vinson thought for a moment about who Aunt Cagwin was before remembering: "Oh, is that the Aunt Cagwin that Alfred Garland mentioned helped her when she was young?"
"Yeah." Amadeus Yancey sat up straight, bent over to pick up the glass on the table, swirled it, and took a sip of water.
He then casually put the glass down.
This action made Sadam Vinson notice the paper bag on the table; he curiously craned his neck to look over and asked, "By the way, Amadeus, I haven’t asked you yet. What’s in this paper bag? You specifically brought it along when you left this morning. Whose is it? Is it Nathalie’s?"
"It’s her delivery; it was delivered after she left," Amadeus Yancey answered very casually.
However, Alfred Garland turned his head, his expression one of hesitation as if he was holding something back.
It was he who had opened the door for the delivery in the morning and asked Amadeus to sign for it, so he remembered clearly the name he saw on the sender’s section: Valencia Jett!
The recent figure in Beijing, whom all powers were being extra cautious and on edge about.
The influential friend of the diamond mogul, the one in charge of the JC Group.
When he first saw the sender’s name, he didn’t think much, looked at the sender’s address instead.
The sender’s address was precisely where Valencia Jett stayed, the Four Seasons Hotel.
It was almost apparent that Nathalie Quinlan knew Valencia Jett.
Alfred Garland just felt his understanding renewed once again; he had been weighed down by this thought ever since boarding the airplane, desperately wanting to ask Nathalie how she knew someone like Valencia Jett from the Illegal Zone.
However, since Amadeus didn’t seem to notice the sender and address on the package slip, he kept holding back, not daring to remind him to check.
Yet this secret was gnawing at him like ants crawling on his heart, making him restless with the urge to say something.
Sadam Vinson didn’t notice him turning his head abruptly; he was staring intently at this side with a complex expression. Hearing Amadeus Yancey say that the paper bag contained Nathalie’s delivery, he instantly lost interest and nonchalantly uttered an ’Oh,’ then puzzled aloud, "Does Nathalie know anyone else in Beijing? Who would send her a delivery, could it be just her classmates from No. 1 Middle School?"
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes showed fluctuating emotions, the light from outside the airplane falling on his handsome face, accentuating his high-bridged nose, and he didn’t respond to Sadam Vinson’s question.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
Amadeus Yancey lowered his head to unlock the password and saw it was a text message from an unknown number.
