The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie Quinlan had just walked into the living room with her phone and hadn’t yet sat down.

Alfred Garland anxiously brought over a glass of water and handed it to her: ”Ms. Quinlan, here, have some water to soothe your throat.”

Nathalie’s injured right hand was bandaged, with a white bandage wrapping from her palm up to her arm, making it temporarily immobile.

The other hand was unharmed, but she was holding the phone ready to take a call, leaving her with no third hand to take the water he offered.

Fortunately, Amadeus Yancey came in from outside after parking the car and casually instructed Alfred in a lazy voice, ”Just put the glass down for now, she’ll drink it later.”

Alfred realized Nathalie had no free hand to take the glass, blushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly placed it on the table, ”Ms. Quinlan, I’ll leave it here for you.”

”Thank you.” Nathalie thanked politely.

Alfred scratched his head, even more embarrassed, and said, ”I’ll go make some bone broth for you.”

Nathalie raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Alfred added an explanation, ”The young lady specifically instructed me to buy pig trotters, to nourish you better with the ’shape supporting shape’ principle.”

Nathalie’s eyelids twitched, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say. She lowered her gaze to her bandaged right hand, then imagined the shape of pig trotters, and couldn’t help but smile: ”Alright. Thank you.”

Alfred didn’t realize he had said something wrong. Seeing that the girl agreed, he cheerfully went to the kitchen to get busy.

Amadeus Yancey walked over, took off the scarf around his neck, and casually placed it on the sofa. He keenly noticed her flashing phone screen, tilted his head slightly, and asked her, ”Whose call is it? Why aren’t you answering?”

Nathalie only then noticed the phone. Seeing the lit screen about to go dark, she raised her hand while walking toward the sofa: ”It’s Mr. Norton. I was just about to answer.”

As she said this, she pushed the answer button and found a place to sit down, her voice slightly husky: ”Hello.”

Shawn Norton was talking to her about Maybelissa sending someone to Tsinghua University for a handover tomorrow, asking whether she should go over.

Nathalie had been at the hospital all evening attending to Mr. Zachmann’s affairs and hadn’t rested at all. Hearing Shawn mention the chip cooperation project, she rubbed her temples and, looking slightly tired, asked, ”What time tomorrow?”

Shawn gave her a time.

Nathalie frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, ”Alright, I’ll be there.”

Shawn also mentioned who would be present tomorrow.

Jackson Wafford and the team responsible for chips at Tsinghua University would be there, along with Stella Iversen and Master Cadmus, and the initiator of this cooperation, Sadam Vinson.

Sadam Vinson would also be present.

On Maybelissa’s side, it would be the project development team, but it was unclear who exactly.

Nathalie, keeping her spirits up to listen, replied slowly and calmly when Shawn asked if she knew who Maybelissa would send, ”I don’t know either, I haven’t asked. Want me to find out?”

Indeed, she hadn’t asked Khendy Lordon who would be handling this project for Maybelissa.

Mainly, she was never concerned with Maybelissa’s internal developments and didn’t know who was inside.

Khendy rarely mentioned it to her either.

Nathalie thought of someone and realized she had something else to do.

After Shawn said she didn’t need to ask, he chatted with her briefly before hanging up. The girl, with her legs casually crossed, opened her post and scrolled through, quickly finding that certain someone’s post.

Khendy had recently become enthusiastic about posting.

One post a day.

More punctual than meals.