The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 60: Is What Ms. Quinlan Holding the Tai Sui?_1

McKinney is a second-tier city, but the business at City Hospital is always booming.

When Nathalie Quinlan took a car to City Hospital, it was almost six in the evening. The sun outside began to move toward the west, and the afterglow was still unbearably hot on her skin.

She was carrying a plastic bag she had just retrieved from Lowie Wilmar, white and printed with the name of some fruit shop. Inside it was something that seemed like both fungi and meat, shaking in the bag.

Alfred Garland, accompanying Amadeus Yancey, was downstairs looking for Edric Yancey’s doctor when his sharp eyes spotted the person carrying the fruit bag heading toward the inpatient area.

"Isn’t that Ms. Quinlan?"

Amadeus Yancey, who had been hands in pockets and chewing on his nicotine inhaler with an impatient and bloodthirsty air, lifted his eyelids to look over.

Indeed, he saw that sly and slender figure at the elevator.

Curious, Alfred Garland asked, "Does Ms. Quinlan also have acquaintances hospitalized here?"

What a coincidence.

Thinking back to the spicy hot pot she took him to last night, Amadeus Yancey was cogitating, his voice very low and relaxed, "It’s probably an elder she knows."

Alfred Garland quickly looked at him, surprised.

Damn, Amadeus, you know about this too?!

Unfortunately, Amadeus Yancey wasn’t looking at him. From the moment Nathalie Quinlan appeared, his gaze hadn’t strayed from one spot.

The girl waiting for the elevator was wearing the hoodie he had bought for her, a blue hoodie that was just thigh-length. Underneath, she must be wearing shorts, revealing a pair of legs both long and straight. The blue also made her skin appear luminous, like it could glow amidst the crowd, drawing everyone’s attention to her silhouette...

Tsk.

Amadeus Yancey squinted his eyes, repressing the slight discomfort in his gaze.

Calculating in his heart, he told Alfred Garland, "Get ready some jeans for girls and send them to the villa."

"Huh?" Why are we talking about jeans again, Amadeus?

Alfred Garland, completely confused, obediently nodded, "Understood."

As he looked back and forth at Nathalie Quinlan, he suddenly noticed something, pointing at the bag in her hand with a baffled expression, "Amadeus, doesn’t that thing Ms. Quinlan is carrying look like Flesh Ganoderma?"

He had also been to the auction that day.

He had seen the fabled Flesh Ganoderma with his own eyes.

What he saw closely resembled the item in Nathalie Quinlan’s plastic bag.

But it was too far away for him to be certain.

Murmuring to himself, "...could it be? How could Ms. Quinlan have Flesh Ganoderma? Wasn’t that purchased by the boss of Pinecone Group? But it really does look similar."

If it really was Flesh Ganoderma, a ten million-dollar item, would Ms. Quinlan really be carrying it in some random plastic bag she picked up?

While he was talking, Amadeus Yancey was also looking, his eyes settling on Nathalie Quinlan’s plastic bag in the distance. The shape of the item inside did indeed look like Flesh Ganoderma.

However, he, like Alfred Garland, didn’t think it was likely that Nathalie Quinlan could get her hands on Flesh Ganoderma.

But he was more cautious, telling Alfred Garland, "Go check how many Flesh Ganoderma have been auctioned on the black market recently."

Alfred Garland nodded and eagerly agreed.

Just then, the elevator arrived.

They watched Nathalie Quinlan with the fruit shop’s plastic bag, blending into the crowd to enter the elevator, unable to go over and greet her, let alone see what exactly she had in the bag...

Alfred Garland’s face showed a hint of regret. Although he doubted that Nathalie Quinlan was carrying the highly valued Flesh Ganoderma, he still wanted to go over and take a closer look. He looked up at the handsome man beside him and said, "Amadeus, shall we go up and see the young master after we finish with the doctor?"

Poor little master, so young and without a mother. His own father, nothing but a man chasing after wealth and power, a scum man. If the old Yancey and Amadeus hadn’t taken him in, forced him to take his mother’s surname, and cared for him themselves, who knows how much hardship the young master would have had to endure with his biological father.

Yet those people still wanted to use the young master to climb up the Yancey family ladder.

Thinking about the people currently in the ward, Amadeus Yancey was running out of patience and unceremoniously said, "We’ll see after they’ve left!"

"Go, find out what floor Nathalie Quinlan went to."