The Unveiling of Secret Queen Chapter 1180: Big Boss, Are You Very Poor Recently?

Celine Tucker didn’t say anything, just nodded, with a well-maintained face showing elegance and calmness, seemingly agreeing greatly with Caryn Zachmann’s way of handling things.

She said indifferently, "Yes, well, Adelle Wafford is your teacher after all, doing this is quite benevolent."

She paused for a second, then said in a cold tone, "Let’s see how Nathalie Quinlan responds to you."

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Inside Rhine Apartnt.

Nathalie Quinlan just ca out after showering, her hair wet and unblown, grabbing her phone and went straight downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, Alfred Garland had just brewed two cups of Bamboo Leaf Green for Sadam Vinson and Amadeus Yancey.

He had just placed the teacups in front of the two, looked up and saw Nathalie Quinlan coming down the stairs, imdiately putting down the cup and raising his head to shout, "Ms. Quinlan."

The girl looked over at him.

Alfred Garland imdiately asked eagerly, "What would you like to drink? We have black tea, green tea, milk tea, and coffee."

Sadam Vinson almost had his hand hit by the teacup Alfred Garland placed down, glanced at Alfred Garland’s eager deanor with disdain, raising an eyebrow thinking, does he need to be so eager?

But when he himself looked up to see the girl coming over, he unknowingly displayed the sa eager expression as Alfred Garland, cheerfully asking Nathalie Quinlan, "Nathalie, you’ve co down? Are you thirsty? I’ll give you my tea first, I haven’t even touched it yet, and let Alfred brew another one."

Alfred Garland turned back to look at him silently with the sa look in his eyes that Sadam Vinson had given him earlier: "..."

Does Mr. Vinson need to be so eager?

Sadam Vinson not only offered his cup of tea but also proactively moved aside to let the central spot on the sofa, smiling and saying, "Please, you sit here first, boss."

Nathalie Quinlan felt quite speechless, holding her phone, walked over, didn’t sit at the spot he offered, but pulled open a bar stool, opened a bag she placed on the bar counter, taking out a cold drink she hadn’t touched.

With a casual pose, she shook the milk tea cup in her hand and said to Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland, "No need, I’ll drink this."

"What is it?" Sadam Vinson glanced at the drink in her hand, touched his chin casually, with a smile in his eyes, "Nathalie, are you quite poor lately?"

"Hmm?" Nathalie Quinlan just inserted the habit, raised her eyelids to look at him upon hearing, her body leaned lazily, "Why do you ask?"

"That drink you are holding." Sadam Vinson answered matter-of-factly, "Isn’t that drink just a few bucks a cup? Drinking this kind of priced drink doesn’t suit your stature, boss!"

The last sentence was his main point.

Judging by the boss’s usual style, drinking sothing costing only a few bucks is fitting?

At least get a Starbucks!

As soon as he finished speaking, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t react much, looked at the drink in her hand with dark eyes, felt quite good, glanced at him sideways, "I think it tastes good. Amadeus bought it."

Sadam Vinson: "..."

What the heck?

He initially didn’t believe it, almost blurted out, since when did Amadeus beco so stingy, unwilling to buy a pricier drink for his girlfriend.

But the words got stuck in his throat, he swallowed them forcibly, wearing a dumbfounded expression, shrinking his neck, imdiately pretended to be dead, "Oh, if Amadeus bought it then nevermind."

Amadeus Yancey stood up at this mont, walked over and took a hair dryer back, then went to the girl, said in a deep voice, "Co here, let help you dry your hair."