The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1512: Chapter 1512: Not Letting Nathalie In

He was familiar with everyone. After saying a word to the guards, he hurriedly led Nathalie Quinlan and their group to Jeremiah Bonette’s territory.

Even Brian Bonette wasn’t as socially adept as he was, knowing so many people.

However, when they reached the office where Jeremiah and the technical staff were, they were stopped by someone.

The person sized them up and down a few times but wasn’t difficult, directly saying, ”I’m sorry, Mr. Bonette, Mr. Vinson, you can go in, but the rest will have to wait outside.”

Sadam Vinson’s eyebrows shot up, almost losing his temper. He held back his anger and said irritably, ”We all came together, why can’t they go in?”

He was referring to Nathalie Quinlan and the others.

However, the other person was very matter-of-fact, not giving him any ’face’: ”Our technical staff are inside, and there are some things that are inconvenient for outsiders to see, so only Mr. Bonette and Mr. Vinson can go in.”

”You!” Sadam Vinson rolled up his sleeves, ready to argue.

The girl who had been nonchalant behind him tugged at him, her voice casual: ”You guys go in first, I’ll wait outside.”

”Nathalie?” Sadam Vinson turned his head to see Nathalie Quinlan looking calm, seemingly not angry, but he felt very frustrated, and then glared at the person keeping Nathalie and the others outside, grinding his teeth.

Nathalie didn’t wait for him to lose his temper, her eyes darkened, and she said to him, ”You guys go in first and see what’s going on, I’m not in a rush.”

Sadam Vinson clenched his teeth, hesitating.

Brian Bonette adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, knowing this wasn’t the time to argue at the door.

”Sorry, my uncle is stubborn-minded; I’ll talk to him once I’m in to let you guys in.” He looked apologetically at the girl, pulling Sadam Vinson’s arm as they walked inside.

”Nathalie is right, let’s go in and check the situation first.”

Sadam Vinson was half-pushed and half-dragged inside by him.

Govert Griffin didn’t mind and thoughtfully said to Nathalie Quinlan, ”Ms. Quinlan, there are seats over there, let’s go sit and wait.”

”Okay.” Nathalie Quinlan lifted her hand, tugging at her duckbill cap, pressing it down lower, coolly following them over.

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Inside the office.

Brian Bonette and Sadam Vinson went in first.

Jeremiah Bonette had just come in from outside not long ago. He had been contacting the Red Alliance, but they hadn’t responded yet, making him quite anxious. Seeing Sadam Vinson and the others come in, he merely lifted his eyelids, saying, ”You’re here?”

”Uncle Jeremiah.” Outside, Brian Bonette might be a princely playboy, but in front of Jeremiah, he was as obedient as a lamb.

Sadam Vinson wasn’t familiar with Jeremiah Bonette.

But since they were both from Beijing and moved in the same circles, it was inevitable they’d run into each other at events, so he had seen Jeremiah before.

Additionally, Jeremiah was a senior of a friend, so he very politely greeted, ”Hello, Uncle Jeremiah, I’m Sadam Vinson.”

Jeremiah glanced his way, nodding, his expression easing a bit: ”I know, Brian has mentioned you. You’re here too?”

”I can’t not worry about Amadeus.” Sadam Vinson replied frankly.

Jeremiah nodded again, not saying more.

At this moment, Carmen Radcliff came rushing over, her face looking worse than before.

”Mr. Bonette, Lincoln Hoffman says he can’t come.”

She didn’t even look at Brian Bonette and Sadam Vinson, speaking angrily, ”At first I asked him to help out, and he was very agreeable. But once he heard Mr. Yancey was among those trapped, he started making excuses, saying he’s got a cold or that a relative had a car accident. Ha! Who does he take us for, thinking we can’t hear what he’s implying?”