The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: The Little Abacus Clatters Loudly_1

That area had many coffee shops.

Myles Sullivan chose the most expensive and relatively quiet place.

Nathalie arrived early and ordered an iced drink to sit and wait.

She had thought that Myles would arrive around the scheduled time, but not long after she sat down, a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes walked in from outside.

”Hello, welcome. Will it be just one?” the coffee shop waiter asked, thinking he was alone and was about to show him to a table.

Myles had already spotted the girl by the window, a deep light flashing in his eyes, and he said warmly, ”Two, please. I’m meeting someone over there.”

The waiter looked in the direction he was pointing, saw Nathalie’s profile, and said, ”Oh, I’ll lead you to her.”

Myles, who seemed easy to talk to from the outside, gave a nod of thanks and followed the waiter to Nathalie’s table.

Then he greeted the girl sitting inside: ”Nathalie, have you been waiting long?”

While turning to the waiter he ordered, ”A cup of Blue Mountain coffee, no sugar.”

At the same time, with an impressed expression, he asked Nathalie, ”Nathalie, what cake would you like? Order one.”

Nathalie saw the waiter looking over, waiting for her to place an order, her slender hand gripping the spoon, stirring the iced drink in her cup and said nonchalantly, ”No need, I don’t like sweets.”

She didn’t like sweets? Myles, having seen her only a few times, still had an impression of her from her childhood, and was slightly embarrassed by her response, reluctantly telling the waiter, ”Then just a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, no sugar.”

The waiter closed the menu, their attitude very amiable: ”Alright, please wait a moment.”

And with that, he turned to make the coffee.

Here, a cup of coffee was about over a hundred yuan, which was considered expensive in the small place like McKinney.

After Myles sat down opposite her, he took off his suit jacket and slowly rolled up the sleeves around his wrists before looking at the girl sitting across from him.

His eyes sparkled.

In his memory, of the two Quinlan daughters, Ghania was the more well-behaved, sensible and fashionable. Nathalie, although clearly possessing good facial features, dressed far more plainly; it seemed she either did not care for or did not know how to dress up, wasting her good looks either way.

He had expected to see Nathalie today in a hoodie, with a casual look.

Unexpectedly, the girl sitting across from him was dressed in an exquisite spaghetti strap dress, her dark hair draped over her shoulders, a small hair clip nestled in it, her skin fair, her face delicate, and even without makeup, she couldn’t hide her radiantly stunning beauty.

Considering she was only 18, if she were to mature a little more, her features becoming more defined and profound, what a rare beauty she would be!

Even placed in Beijing, such a jewel would not go unnoticed!

In Beijing, where there were so many powerful figures, there would surely be someone who fancied this style.

Proud and unrestrained, yet dazzlingly beautiful.

The Sullivan family had plenty of opportunities to wait for the right price!

Seeing Nathalie like this, he couldn’t understand what was wrong with his elder sister, why she insisted on alienating such a gift of a daughter, letting her find her biological parents and return to her ancestral roots.

There was a sense of regret in Myles’ heart, but even more so, an ambitious enthusiasm. He slowly retracted his gaze and said with a gentle but calculating look in his tiger’s eyes, ”Nathalie, it’s been many years since we last met, right? I never imagined that the little bean who used to reach only up to my waist has grown into such a young lady. Time really flies too fast to catch up with.”

It was undeniable; he was much cleverer than the likes of Emilia Sullivan and Jeff Quinlan who always wore their intentions on their faces, blatantly exposing their goals.

He was clearly the old fox that had been around the rich and powerful, keeping everything close to his chest, never easily revealing his underlying motives.