Myles Sullivan finally understood the aning behind the thin upturned lips of the young man as he left, a curve that was both cold and intriguing.
Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t just the ladder to the sky for the Quinlan family.
She was also the ladder to the sky for him, Myles Sullivan!
Yet, he had backed the wrong horse, inadvertently giving a bargain to the Vinson family.
*
After finishing hot pot.
Nathalie Quinlan and her party ca out of the hot pot restaurant.
In August, the sun hadn’t set at five or six in the afternoon; stepping out from the hot pot restaurant, Nathalie Quinlan lowered her cap brim, her gaze slightly irritated.
Just then, her phone rang.
Nathalie Quinlan took out her phone and saw a ssage from Candice Yancey, thanking her for the gift and asking if she had eaten yet, and whether she wanted to co to the old house for dinner.
Nathalie Quinlan looked at the ssage on the phone, hands tucked into her pockets, raised her head, lifted her eyelids, and for so reason, her gaze shifted to the man coming out with car keys in hand.
"What is it?" Amadeus Yancey, with his keen sense, captured the line of sight of the girl looking at him, lips curled slightly, voice deep and sowhat flirtatious.
Nathalie Quinlan silently put away her phone, her hand casually placed behind her head, and nonchalantly replied, "Nothing. Mrs. Yancey sent a ssage asking if I’m going to the old house for dinner tonight."
"Are you going?" Amadeus Yancey just raised his eyebrows a bit.
Nathalie Quinlan answered very crisply, "No. I’ve eaten already, I couldn’t eat anything more even if I went."
Amadeus Yancey’s lips curled up, his mood quite good, he humd a note, and gently patted the girl’s head, looking at her indulgently, "If you don’t want to go, then don’t. I’ll tell her."
"Where to next?"
Nathalie Quinlan lowered her eyelashes, as if thinking, "..."
Sadam Vinson had already co out, and hearing the conversation between the two, he imdiately chid in, his tone cheerful as he approached, "Nathalie, how about gaming? I’m setting up a team, planning to get a few people together for a face-to-face five-stack. Want to co?"
Nathalie Quinlan was both beautiful and skilled, and he had played gas with her a few tis, each ti comfortably lying back to enjoy victory, ecstatically flying high.
Govert Griffin also encouraged from the side, "Right, Ms. Quinlan, if you’re free, Rivendell is not far from here. We can get a private room and call a few people to play so gas together. It’s a good way to relax anyway."
Amadeus Yancey, holding the car keys in his hand, showed no particular reaction to the suggestions of the two, but instead asked Nathalie Quinlan, "Do you want to go?"
Nathalie Quinlan had no plans for the evening, and as she was not in high spirits that day, she indeed did not want to go back. After a brief mont of thought, she said, "Let’s go. I’ve got nothing else on anyway."
"Then it’s Rivendell," Amadeus Yancey sought only her approval, once Nathalie expressed her wish to go, he imdiately lifted his eyes slightly, languid and proud, and said to Govert Griffin, "Have them prepare a cup of flower tea. Just had hot pot, the flower tea will help cut the grease."
Govert Griffin felt sowhat emotional for a mont.
In Beijing, who doesn’t treat Amadeus with great respect? But here he was, completely the opposite in front of Ms. Quinlan.
If this wasn’t spoiling her absolutely, then what was it?
He was a shrewd one, his heart filled with myriad emotions yet his expression unchanged, reacting quickly. He picked up his phone and started to walk to the side, all the while not forgetting to assure, "No worries, Amadeus."
Sadam Vinson was also excited, imdiately pulling out his phone, "I’ll call a few from the group."
The ’group’ he referred to was the circle they usually played with. Caryn Zachmann was also in the group, but Sadam Vinson didn’t care whether she was there or not; he directly sent a group ssage, ntioning everyone.
[In half an hour, at Rivendell, I’m setting up a ga with Amadeus, and there will also be a sister of Amadeus. We’re short a few for the ga, who’s in?]
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