The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Small Pills are Delivered Starting from 20 Pieces_1

Who doesn’t like beautiful things?

Nathalie Quinlan gazed a bit longer and raised an eyebrow—captivating indeed.

Amadeus Yancey of course noticed she was staring at his hand and intentionally gripped the gun to give her a clearer view. His thin lips slightly lifted as he watched her and said, ”You want to invite someone to dinner?”

Nathalie couldn’t look away and didn’t hide it from him, admitting openly, ”Yeah, I ran into an acquaintance today. My family found out I’m in Beijing and sent me a message; they want to invite me to dinner. I was thinking of not bothering them, but since we’ve run into each other, I might as well find some time for a meal before I leave. Besides, I have something to give them.”

She figured, Mr. Zachmann’s small pills were almost finished.

This time she had brought two doses, one was given to Shawn Norton, and the other was prepared for Mr. Zachmann.

Twenty pills for each person.

She made these pills before coming to Beijing, staying up late to finish them.

Audrick Zachmann often mentioned around her that Mr. Zachmann was in poor health. She hadn’t had a chance to examine him personally, but from Audrick’s description, it seemed that the old man had overworked himself in his youth, draining his health. As he grew older, his bodily functions couldn’t keep up, and the bad outcomes of his youthful excesses became apparent.

In Chinese Medicine, this is called excessive depletion.

Routine checks wouldn’t reveal any major issues, but neither would the minor ailments cease. It was the kind that wouldn’t endanger one’s life but was enough to be torturous.

Amadeus Yancey said, ”Imperial Hotel is pretty good. The flavors are mild and suitable for gatherings; everyone can find something they like. If you need to invite someone to dinner, I’ll have Alfred Garland make the reservation.”

Imperial Hotel?

Nathalie remembered.

On the day she arrived in Beijing, he had taken her to eat Suzhou cuisine, and that place seemed to be called Imperial Hotel.

She thought for a moment and conceded that the place was nice and the food was alright. She didn’t particularly like Suzhou cuisine, but she ate quite a bit that day.

The key was that the head chef at the restaurant knew how to make more than just Suzhou dishes—he could even cook spicy chicken. How to put it, his skills were quite comprehensive.

She snapped back to reality, looking at the man before her with furrowed brows and dark eyes, ”Is it easy to book? If not, I’ll do it myself.”

Amadeus Yancey put down what he was holding, his face mischievously handsome, his features relaxed like a breeze in April, inexplicably soothing.

”It’s easy to book. Just let Gu San mention it, and it’ll be fine.”

Alfred Garland: ...

Only Amadeus would talk about booking a table at Imperial Hotel like it’s grabbing a bite at a street stall!

Amadeus indeed didn’t think booking a dinner reservation was a big deal. He half-closed his eyelids and asked her in a low voice, ”Have you guys set a time? When are you planning to have dinner?”

Right then, her phone vibrated.

Nathalie picked up the phone and glanced at it.

Mr. Zachmann had just replied to her message, saying he was available the afternoon the day after next.

She looked up, her eyes clear and bright, the corners tinged with a roguish charm as she casually said, ”Let’s do the day after tomorrow at noon then. I want to head back to McKinney in the evening, rest for a day, and then go to school.”

Alfred, unable to hold back, blurted out, ”Ms. Quinlan, you still need to go to school?”

Did she have any idea how good her grades were?

She was Tsinghua University’s once-in-a-century genius!!!

A perfect score, 650!

She definitely got into Tsinghua University this time.

Nathalie, unaware that Amadeus Yancey and Alfred Garland had already learned of her exam scores from the president of Tsinghua University, gave Alfred a baffled look, not understanding his excitement.

”If not school, where else?”

After speaking, she didn’t give Alfred a chance to respond, grabbed her backpack, and said to the imposing man, ”I’ll leave the reservation to you, I’m heading back to my room now.”

”Alright.”

Amadeus Yancey watched her retreating figure, his hands in his pockets, and didn’t shift his gaze for a long time.