With that shout, not to ntion anything else, Amadeus Yancey had not yet spoken, but Alfred Garland right behind him happened to hear his words. He subconsciously followed his gaze but saw no one, and frowned, sowhat speechlessly: "Mr. Vinson, I didn’t see anyone. Did you see it wrong? How could Ms. Quinlan possibly be here?"
Sadam Vinson scratched his head. The girl who had just passed by walked too fast, disappearing around the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye, and he hadn’t seen her face clearly.
This place is the Illegal Zone.
Indeed, it is very unlikely that Nathalie Quinlan would appear here.
However...
Sadam Vinson spoke in a low and embarrassed voice, "I just saw a figure resembling Nathalie, I thought it was her, I couldn’t help it. Maybe I saw it wrong."
But it really looked damn alike!
You can’t say it was identical, but it was exactly the sa!
That silhouette, at a glance, was Nathalie Quinlan!
"You must be seeing things," Alfred Garland said confidently.
Sadam Vinson, persuaded by him, frowned and thought for a mont, reluctantly said: "That’s right, Nathalie is in Beijing, how could she possibly be here."
Besides, the IT Association’s banquet tonight is quite high-end; without an invitation letter, no one can get in.
How could Nathalie Quinlan have an invitation from the IT Association?
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze deep, looking at Sadam Vinson scratching his head beside him, he pursed his lips slightly, pulled out his phone from his coat, and found the pinned chat on WhatsApp.
He opened it.
The girl doesn’t reply to ssages often.
But she had replied to every ssage he sent.
In the chat box, the last ssage stayed at him asking Nathalie Quinlan where and at what ti she was having dinner.
Nathalie Quinlan had replied to him an hour ago.
She said eight o’clock.
Right at her hotel.
By coincidence.
The IT Association banquet also starts at 8 o’clock, also at the Golden Pavilion Hotel.
Thinking back to what Sadam Vinson had said in the room just now, Amadeus Yancey’s eyes grew darker, with a thought erging.
He has always been a man of action rather than talk; as soon as the idea erged, he bowed his head and succinctly typed a WhatsApp ssage and sent it across.
*
Inside the Western Style restaurant, the music was extrely lodious.
The girl walked in, irritatedly pulled down the brim of her hat, her gaze swept around the restaurant, intending to find a quiet spot to pass the ti.
Her phone in her pocket began to vibrate.
She took out the phone and glanced at it.
[Amadeus Yancey: Where are you.]
Nathalie Quinlan frowned slightly, rather mystified as she looked at the WhatsApp ssage.
Hadn’t she already replied, saying she had arrived at the hotel? Why was Amadeus Yancey ssaging her again asking where she was?
She pressed her phone, turned around underfoot, and found a corner with fewer people, intending to reply.
Another ssage ca in.
Upon seeing it, it was still from Amadeus Yancey.
"Are you at the place where we are eating?"
The two ssages were completely out of the blue and baffling.
Nathalie Quinlan’s fingers paused on her phone, still pondering how to respond, when a third ssage from him ca.
"I’m waiting for you at the entrance."
Nathalie Quinlan stared at the ssage on the phone screen for several seconds before lifting her head and looking toward the entrance of the banquet hall.
The entrance was bustling with people coming and going.
Every now and then, soone would enter with an invitation letter.
But she didn’t see any familiar figures.
She looked again at the ssages Amadeus Yancey sent her, frowned slightly, even though she didn’t understand his intentions, she still put away the phone, and lifted her leg walking towards the direction of the entrance...
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