The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Just a Minor Thing_1

”You don’t like drinks that are too sweet,” Amadeus Yancey leaned down to put a duckbill cap on her, hiding her provoking melon-seed-shaped face, and leaned back in his chair with his slender figure, casually hooking up the corner of his mouth, ”I saw you didn’t like orange juice, so I got you a lemonade instead.”

Nathalie Quinlan: ...

How did he notice she didn’t like oranges when no one else had seen it?

Was it because she hadn’t immediately drunk the fresh orange juice he brought her last night?

His insight was simply too astonishing!

Nathalie Quinlan cocked her head, her beautiful starry eyes intently studying the man’s profile, his high nose bridge, thin red lips, so handsome it was almost unbearable.

She blinked, drawing her line of sight back.

She silently held the lemonade and took a sip.

Umm, the sourness and sweetness were just right, and he’d even added the ice cubes she loved.

”I’ve already called Audrick Zachmann for you, gave him an earful,” Amadeus Yancey said with a twitching brow as he drove, speaking in an exasperated tone.

”But his head can’t take the scolding; he did something stupid again.”

”You mean his online response saying that if I have to apologize then he’d retire from the entertainment circle?” Nathalie Quinlan smacked her lips indifferently and made a ruthless comment, ”Yeah, definitely stupid.”

Why do online trolls love to spew venom so much?

They must be unhappy in real life, unable to find anyone to engage with them.

In this case, it would have been better if Audrick Zachmann hadn’t responded at all. Once he did, those people would pounce like cats smelling fish, trying to tear him to shreds.

Amadeus Yancey glanced at her, noticing the sharp chin peeking out from under the brim of her cap, calmly drinking the iced beverage he had bought.

He couldn’t help but smile; it seemed like his mood was always particularly good when he was with her.

His voice was low and alluring, very calm, ”You don’t have to worry, I’ll take care of this.”

Nathalie Quinlan took a big gulp of her drink, only to find that there was aloe added in it besides lemon, which was soft and not sweet, giving a refreshing taste.

She squinted her eyes, casually pushing the brim of her cap down with her hand, without any sign of panic, ”I’m not worried.”

”It’s just a small matter.”

She just hadn’t expected Audrick Zachmann to drag himself into this mess with her.

Honestly, she did think what Audrick Zachmann did was quite foolish, but for some reason, her heart felt very warm.

So warm it felt like she suddenly had support.

In the past, she only had a spear to charge with, but now that she had a shield, she hesitated to use them to block the rain and wind.

Nathalie Quinlan held her cup again and took another sip of the iced lemonade; it was really good. With a nonchalant air of defiance about her, she added, ”One who stands straight doesn’t fear a crooked shadow.”

With her casual tone, Amadeus Yancey really hadn’t expected her, as the person attacked by cyberbullying, to be so calm.

But on second thought.

He was there to protect her.

He certainly wouldn’t let her get dragged in!

*

In the Tucker family’s backyard.

The roses were blooming beautifully, the flower beds were neatly manicured, and in the prime of September, a light breeze carried the scent of flowers and grass.

Mrs. Tucker was having a lively tea with a group of old girlfriends.

”Mr. Tucker, you can’t go over there.”

She looked up to see her grandson running over in a hurry, obviously for that Nathalie Quinlan; her eyes grew cold, and the smile on her lips faded as she slowly set down her cup.

Waiting for Enrico Tucker to come over.

”Grandma!” Enrico Tucker saw there were others in the garden, a flash of embarrassment crossing his handsome face. But his urgency overrode his manners, he pursed his lips, trying his best to communicate with her calmly.

”Did you have Uncle Wafford come forward to respond?”

”This was all the fault of that high school girl to begin with; she wanted to hurt people. It was perfectly normal for someone to call the police, how could you...”