Amadeus Yancey saw her buy water, murmured an acknowledgnt, and was about to ask whether they would head back directly or grab a al first.
Nathalie Quinlan’s phone started ringing.
The girl took her phone out of her pocket, lowered her eyelashes to glance at it. Not knowing who was calling, she reined in her expression, her gaze not as carefree as before, becoming more serious as she answered the call: "Hello, Dad."
Sadam Vinson was about to ask ’Who is it?’, but Nathalie’s ’Dad’ shut him up.
He silently turned his head away, walked over to Amadeus Yancey, and spoke to him: "Amadeus, want to join us for lunch?"
"Let’s talk later."
The man’s voice was lazy, a bit nonchalant.
It was obvious he was waiting for Nathalie to decide.
Sadam clicked his tongue, begrudgingly turned his head to ask Govert Griffin: "Is your friend in the shop? Let’s have hot pot for lunch, Nathalie likes it."
"I’ll call and ask him." Govert, with good judgnt, reached for his phone, prepared to call his friend.
Since Nathalie wanted to have hot pot, he definitely had to call the person back!
But before Govert had a chance to tell his friend, Nathalie softly responded a few tis, hung up, and then told them: "I have sothing to do this afternoon, I won’t be eating with you all."
"Uh, Nathalie... aren’t you going back to the Rhine?" Sadam still wanted to play gas with her.
Govert and Alfred Garland also looked at her.
The girl had a pretty refined face, revealing nothing of her emotions, though Amadeus caught onto the shadow cast in her eyes.
Nathalie rarely lost her temper.
This ti, she seed to be provoked.
Amadeus squinted slightly, handed the coffee back to Alfred Garland, and naturally said to the girl: "Wherever you’re going, I’ll go with you."
"No need..." Nathalie instinctively refused, but as she spoke halfway, their eyes t, and she retracted her gaze irritably, rubbing her temples, seemingly compromising: "Okay."
*
An hour later.
The black Hongqi Sedan stopped at the hospital entrance.
The license plate brazenly read ’Jing A.888888’, and bystanders, just by seeing this plate number, knew the car owner’s identity was not to be trifled with.
Amadeus drove the car.
After parking, he unfastened his seatbelt, got out first, and walked around to help Nathalie open the car door. He saw Stanley Zachmann, and greeted him with great politeness: "Uncle."
"Oh, it’s Amadeus..." Stanley, noticing him with Nathalie, nodded in acknowledgnt as a greeting. Turning aside, when Nathalie got out of the car, he imdiately switched from his earlier formality, warmly greeting her: "Nathalie."
"Which ward is Audrick Zachmann in?" On the way, Nathalie had called Audrick’s agent to ask about the basic situation.
She also received a ssage from Jackson Wafford, inquiring about Audrick’s condition.
Through Jackson, she learned that Hendrik Zachmann was trying to pull strings, hoping Mr. Avalon would co and see Audrick. She then called Shawn Norton.
Shawn had called her back five minutes ago, saying Mr. Avalon was out of town and would rush back tomorrow.
After thanking him, Nathalie closed her eyes to rest, remained silent the entire way, with a restless anger brewing between her brows.
It was obvious she was very upset this ti.
At least when she heard over the phone that Audrick’s agent said the accident with the harness wasn’t just an accident, Nathalie’s face only showed an unstoppable, sharp fierceness!
Stanley inford her of Audrick’s hospital ward number and floor.
Nathalie pressed her lips, took a deep breath, and strode towards the inpatient departnt...
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