Nathalie Quinlan just got out of a black Buick.
She was still dressed in her usual style, a sweater with a hat pulled tightly, her legs wrapped in black pants, straight and well-proportioned.
Her personal style was extrely distinctive.
Even though Alfred Garland only glanced from afar, he imdiately recognized that it was Nathalie Quinlan.
After Nathalie got out of the car, she didn’t go into the hotel right away. Instead, she stood by the car as if she was talking to soone, leaving Alfred puzzled.
Soon, he realized who Nathalie was talking to.
Because Jaycent Kingsley got out from the other side of the car, walked over to the girl, and reminded her to call him if she encountered any trouble.
"Uh, who is that next to Ms. Quinlan?" Alfred asked in confusion, eyes wide as he mumbled.
Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were dark and deep. He reached out to unbuckle his seatbelt, showing no signs of anger: "I’ll go down and take a look, you stay in the car and wait for ."
"Amadeus?!" Alfred was startled, instinctively thinking he was angry.
Watching as Amadeus Yancey got out of the car.
Alfred beca so anxious that he was pacing in circles, wanting to get out and remind Nathalie but unable to go against Amadeus’s wishes. A light bulb went off in his head, and he quickly found his phone to dial Nathalie’s number.
"Answer the phone, Ms. Quinlan." Alfred kept staring nervously at the girl talking at the hotel entrance, muttering over and over: "Answer the phone, Ms. Quinlan, hurry up and answer the phone..."
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"SN, I won’t escort you up," Jaycent’s gentle and handso face carried a serious expression as he spoke to the girl in front of him: "If you encounter any trouble in the next few days, you can call . My phone is on 24/7, call anyti, I will answer anyti."
This was no ordinary promise, considering it was coming from Jaycent Kingsley!
Soone from the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family.
Nathalie nodded, about to wave goodbye to him.
Just then, her phone suddenly started ringing like crazy.
Jaycent frowned, thinking it might be those Naughty Gang people looking for her again, so he stood still and gently said to the girl, "SN, check who’s calling."
Annoying!
The phone’s ringtone was giving Nathalie a headache. She reached for her phone, glanced at the screen, and was surprised by the caller ID.
She furrowed her brows slightly, appearing a bit puzzled.
Seeing her strange reaction, Jaycent softly asked her again, "Whose call is it? It seems urgent."
"A friend," Nathalie didn’t pick up the call imdiately but instead declined Alfred’s call, putting the phone back in her pocket, planning to call him back after returning to her hotel room. She looked up, her black eyes clear and bright, about to speak to Jaycent: "I..."
But Jaycent looked behind her direction, suddenly smiling slightly, and beat her to it: "SN, your friend is coming over."
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Nathalie saw him standing leisurely with his hands in his pockets, as if there really was soone behind her.
Who?
Confused, she turned her head, expecting to see soone like Shawn Norton or Mr. Wafford.
But instead, she saw a tall figure.
Amadeus Yancey was wearing a long coat, accentuating his lean physique, walking toward them, the Buddhist beads on his wrist appearing even more vibrant and alluring against his fair skin.
Amadeus Yancey?
Nathalie’s eyelids twitched violently, instantly understanding why Alfred kept calling her like crazy, even after she hung up.
Almost at the sa ti as the man reached her shoulder, Nathalie’s phone stopped vibrating, as silent as a chicken.
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