The Unveiling of Secret Queen Chapter 1387: The Fall of the Gordons—They Brought It Upon T

The Gordons are bound to fall.

Mrs. Gordon dared to hire a killer to avenge her son.

So when this matter is exposed, it’s her own doing that Beijing loses the presence of The Gordons as a family. She doesn’t deserve sympathy.

Amadeus Yancey saw she seed to be still thinking and reached out to gently rub her hair’s spiral. His deep eyes resembled a boundless cold pool, with starry tenderness scattered inside: "Don’t think about it anymore; leave this matter to ."

Nathalie Quinlan felt a rush of restlessness in her heart from his touch, more like a heat spreading through her limbs and bones. She pursed her red lips, half-squinting, and said with a hint of laziness: "I checked Mrs. Gordon’s phone; it was hacked. I restored the contents of her phone with a computer. The person behind it was very clean, very much like the handiwork seen in the Illegal Zone."

Mrs. Gordon is from Beijing, her background is simple and clean; how could she know soone from the Illegal Zone?

This is quite intriguing.

"I know, I’ll have Mario Cagwin investigate later."

Amadeus also detected traces of the Illegal Zone, but he didn’t expect Nathalie to be as quick as him, uncovering the shadow of the Illegal Zone behind this matter.

Regardless of who is stirring things up behind the scenes this ti, just the fact that soone dared to target Nathalie Quinlan makes him unwilling to let go easily.

An investigation certainly needs to be done.

But he needs a bit of ti.

Speaking of which, Amadeus Yancey rembered sothing, looking at her with deep eyes and asking her opinion in a very ordinary tone: "Mr. Wafford called . He asked if I wanted to let the committee know that you wish to withdraw from the finals three days later."

"Do you want to withdraw?"

Amadeus completely respects Nathalie’s opinion; if Nathalie wants to withdraw from the competition, he will personally inform the committee people, including suppressing certain online buzzes in advance.

As long as he doesn’t want to see certain topics in the hot searches, he has plenty of ways to make major portal websites dare not write on such topics.

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were calm and firm: "I see you want to go; so we’ll go."

Nathalie Quinlan curled her red lips, stretched her arm with a sowhat arrogant expression, glanced at him: "Go, why not go!"

"Tsk." Amadeus Yancey chuckled lightly, noticing her black hair sliding down to cover her brow bone, he kindly tucked her hair behind her ear before withdrawing his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips: "So people are waiting to see how you compete with an injured hand, waiting for the spectacle."

Nathalie felt the itch from his warm hands brushing her hair, distracted, sowhat absent-minded: "Ah, let’s see."

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes mingled with amusent, his voice low and deep: "Yes, they’ll soon see the Face Slap of Nathalie, the Heavenly Ranking NO.1 SUN sweeping the stage as a dark horse, taking the first place... just not sure if they’ll be as happy as they are now after seeing this ’spectacle.’

Nathalie Quinlan felt embarrassed by his words.

Heavenly Ranking NO.1.

SUN.

He knows these secrets.

And he’s ntioning them, it’s so cunning.

Nathalie Quinlan seriously suspected he was getting back at her for not telling him she was SUN before.

Her hanging hand rested on the table, slantingly propping up her body, her deep bright eyes paused, then she unceremoniously responded: "You also didn’t tell before that the photo you said was for Edric beca the screensaver on your phone."

This afternoon at the hospital, she used his phone to check sothing.