The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1812: Chapter 1812: Did You Make the Small Pill Sold on the Black Market?

Amadeus Yancey walked straight towards the girl’s direction, pulled out the chair next to Nathalie Quinlan, draped his coat over the back of the chair, and sat down.

”Nathalie.”

Having not seen her for a long time, his voice carried a hoarse charm, intensely captivating, with his eyes fixed on the girl’s direction, he asked, ”Have you been waiting long?”

Nathalie Quinlan was resting her chin on one hand while playing with her phone with the other.

Coincidentally, Jaycent Kingsley had sent her a message, asking if she was the seller of small pills on the Black Market.

Nathalie was puzzled about why Jaycent would ask her that.

Her fingers tapped on the screen, editing a message to send back.

After replying, she looked up and met the man’s deep inkstone-like eyes. She paused for a second, quickly returned to her usual manner, placed the phone back on the table, and casually said, ”Ah, no, I just got here myself.”

”I was worried you’d been waiting too long.” Upon hearing her speak, a hint of a smile naturally appeared on the corners of Amadeus Yancey’s mouth, evidently in a good mood.

The hot pot was boiling.

The room was filled with an enticing aroma from the hot pot.

Most people couldn’t resist it.

Alfred Garland was very reluctant to interrupt the two, but he couldn’t withstand the temptation of the hot pot, and nervously looked towards them.

Primarily at Amadeus Yancey, quietly reminding him, ”Master Amadeus, you can eat now.”

Amadeus Yancey lifted an eyelid and gave him a cool glance, making Alfred shrink his neck, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

Fortunately, Amadeus just looked at him once and then withdrew his gaze, his jade-like hand picking up the chopsticks to serve a piece of freshly cooked beef into the girl’s bowl, considerately pouring her a cup of tea, softly saying, ”This is too spicy, remember to eat less and rinse it with tea.”

Nathalie liked spicy food, and the sauce in her bowl included chili peppers, paired with sesame oil, scallions, and garlic, looking very appetizing.

She picked up the chopsticks, noticing the extra beef in her bowl, her eyes lazily lifted upwards briefly, silently lowering her head to eat.

She didn’t talk much while eating, focusing intently.

After the hot pot meal, all three ate with great enjoyment.

Especially Alfred, who had been in Inderia daily and was bored to tears.

Normally not a person who ate spicy food, he ate quite a lot today, ending up rubbing his stomach and collapsing on the chair.

Amadeus Yancey went out to pay the bill midway.

After finishing the meal, the three went straight back to Rhine.

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Caryn Zachmann’s court trial was scheduled for next Wednesday.

This matter had become quite significant, with various powers in Beijing closely watching its developments.

In the days leading up to the trial, Celine Tucker had been looking for a lawyer for Caryn Zachmann.

According to her initial plan, she intended to find the best lawyer for Caryn Zachmann at any cost.

But reality gave her a resounding slap in the face.

After days of effort, not only did Celine fail to find the best lawyers she had in mind, but even ordinary lawyers refused to take the job.

As the trial date approached day by day, Celine still hadn’t found a defense lawyer for Caryn Zachmann.

She was getting anxious herself.

Constantly making public statements, raising the price.

Yet still, no one took the job.

It seemed that everyone had tacitly agreed, and no one dared to earn this money.

Even the lawyers she had previously contacted, when Celine tried to reach out to them again, used various excuses to avoid meeting, clearly not willing to take the case.

Tuesday, the weather in Beijing was clear and refreshing.

There was only one day left until the trial.

Zachmann Family.

Celine Tucker was restless, pacing back and forth at home, almost furious.

”It must be Nathalie Quinlan!”