Nathalie Quinlan asked him, "Didn’t you go back?"
At this ti, it should be three in the morning in Beijing.
Amadeus Yancey smiled charmingly, his thin lips curling up like he was trying to charm soone, his eyes shimring as he gazed at her: "Afraid I’ll go out to play while you’re not here?"
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Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know how to respond to him, so she simply ignored him.
The man’s body stretched out, the collar of his casual shirt slightly open, revealing a segnt of his enticing collarbone: "I’m not in Beijing."
Nathalie Quinlan finally paid attention to him, her clear black and white eyes looking over.
Amadeus Yancey wished he could pull her over through the lens and give her a big kiss, but given the distance, it was unrealistic.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his eyes restrained, he continued in a hoarse and captivating voice: "Sothing happened in Sablehaven, Brian Bonette and I went over there, we’re in the car now."
Nathalie Quinlan made a sound of acknowledgnt, showing she understood.
"Have you arrived there?" Amadeus Yancey looked at her as if she was in a hotel, then thought for a mont and said: "I’ll give you a number, you can call this phone number if you need anything, soone will take care of you."
Nathalie Quinlan was surprised he had soone in Orlais, raised her eyebrows, and showed an unexpected expression.
However, she pressed her brow with her hand, letting her hand fall, and said quite casually, "No need, I’ll get what I ca for and head back right away, I won’t be staying here long."
Even though Nathalie Quinlan said she didn’t need it, Amadeus Yancey still wasn’t at ease and sent her a phone number.
Nathalie Quinlan saw the phone number he sent on WhatsApp, and a warm feeling surged through her heart as she told him, "I’ll return as soon as possible."
Before leaving, she sent Amadeus Yancey a short text ssage briefly explaining Owen Yapiter’s situation and the fact that Owen Yapiter needed a CD-3 targeted drug.
Amadeus Yancey knew why she went all the way to the Pharmaceutical Association. Yet, when Nathalie herself brought it up, his eyes beca profound as he looked at the exquisite and eye-catching girl’s face in the video wearing a slightly open bathrobe, laughing softly: "Nathalie the Goddess, which one of your identities have you revealed this ti?"
"..."
Nathalie Quinlan felt her earlobes get a bit warm from his words. She got up to find the air conditioner remote control and turned the temperature down by two degrees, then cleared her throat, feeling sowhat lacking confidence under soone’s gaze: "That doesn’t count, I don’t really have any aliases."
She didn’t have any aliases?
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were filled with a captivating smile, and his fiery gaze seed to envelop her.
Nathalie Quinlan was silent for two more seconds, probably feeling a bit flustered under his half-smiling gaze. She, feeling quite justified, lifted her eyes to et his: "Really no aliases!"
Q, should not be considered an alias.
"Tsk." Amadeus Yancey chuckled at her reaction and reminded her again, "Rember to call the number I gave you if you need anything."
Nathalie Quinlan nodded, even though she didn’t think she would need it, she didn’t refuse.
"Be careful when you’re out there alone, and..." Amadeus Yancey rubbed his brow, thinking if he wasn’t tied up with things, he would’ve already been on the airplane to the U.S.: "I checked the weather there, it’s colder than Beijing. Rember to wear a few more clothes, so you don’t catch a cold."
For the first ti, Nathalie Quinlan realized he talked so much, yet she didn’t feel impatient. Her eyelashes slightly shielded the warmth in her dark pupils: "I know."
On the other side of the video, Brian Bonette seed to be calling his na.
Amadeus Yancey looked back to the video, briefly reminded her of a few things, and then hung up.
Nathalie Quinlan saw the video dim and crossed her legs, sitting casually as she picked up her phone and sent Caleb Dax a ssage.
[Q: I have arrived.]
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