The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1718: Chapter 1718: Face Slap – That Person Is Amadeus’s Girlfriend

Vincent Moore initially read quickly through it.

When he saw the words ’Ms. Quinlan’ and ’she’, his gaze paused slightly. In a flash, it was as if his brain had been struck by lightning, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Could it be...

Vincent Moore didn’t even know how he managed to calm down and reply to the message.

He simply held the phone, staring at it intently, nervously waiting for Wallace Radcliff to reply.

Finally.

A minute later.

Wallace Radcliff’s message came back.

Vincent Moore almost couldn’t wait to open it—[Wallace Radcliff: Ms. Quinlan is just Ms. Quinlan, don’t you know that Amadeus has a girlfriend?]

Vincent Moore: ...

He was completely puzzled.

Nathalie Quinlan?

The computer expert Wallace mentioned, someone more capable than both he and Mario Cagwin combined, is that idle freshman girl who only disrupts their plans?

Vincent Moore had never thought of getting to know Nathalie Quinlan before.

Even though he had met her several times while in Beijing, he never considered looking into her.

He simply saw Nathalie as a pretty face, living a privileged life because of her looks.

He never imagined Nathalie to be so skilled with computers.

Vincent Moore stared at the text message from Wallace on his phone, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. Even though no one knew his thoughts, he felt extremely ashamed and like he had been slapped in the face.

Yet at the same time, he still harbored doubts in his heart.

Wallace said Nathalie was impressive, but was that girl really capable?

He walked back heavily, thinking about this all the way, not even knowing how he returned to the villa.

In the living room, Amadeus Yancey was still on a video call with Nathalie Quinlan.

Vincent Moore silently walked in.

When he left, he was dissatisfied.

By the time he returned, his dissatisfaction had long been filled with embarrassment.

”Amadeus...” Vincent Moore hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask Amadeus Yancey.

But just then.

Amadeus Yancey’s phone rang with Nathalie’s voice: ”Got it.”

”?” Vincent Moore was still in a daze, not reacting yet.

Then he heard the slightly hoarse voice of a girl coming from the phone: ”Faster than I expected, 55 minutes, finished five minutes early.”

”I remotely cracked the password, have someone check it.”

”Alright.” Amadeus Yancey didn’t delay, raising his eyebrows and noticing Vincent Moore standing not far away, he instructed: ”Go check if Torre’s phone password is unlocked.”

”...” Vincent Moore’s throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, rendering him speechless, his face changing colors. He really wanted to ask Nathalie what was going on, but he was embarrassed to speak up, especially since he had been dismissive of her earlier, and now approaching her would be rather shameless.

Amadeus Yancey, unaware that he had privately consulted Wallace Radcliff, looked at him again with a cold gaze: ”Why are you still standing here?”

Vincent Moore snapped back to his senses, speaking hesitantly: ”Ama, Amadeus, is it Ms. Quinlan she...”

He had never been willing to get to know Nathalie Quinlan, nor had he considered associating with her, usually ignoring her directly.

This time, however, Vincent Moore called out to her willingly.

Amadeus Yancey glanced at him, his eyes deep, speaking without harshness but still incredibly cold: ”Yes.”

”...” Vincent Moore had been by Amadeus Yancey’s side for seven or eight years. Though he might not fully understand Amadeus’ temper, he could sense some differences.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he lowered his head, no longer blindly arrogant as before, and quickly walked away: ”I’ll handle it right away.”