The Unveiling of Secret Queen Chapter 1719: Does Blocking His Number Count?

Vincent Moore left hastily and embarrassed.

Amadeus Yancey finally lifted his eyelids to watch him stumble out, pressing his hand to his lips, raising an eyebrow, his deep eyes looking at the girl on the other side of the video asking: "What did you do to Vincent Moore?"

"Who?" It was the first ti Nathalie Quinlan heard this na, she hadn’t heard it before at all.

"Vincent Moore." Amadeus Yancey guessed that she didn’t know who it was either and patiently explained: "It’s that person you saw before in Rhine."

With his reminder, Nathalie Quinlan finally rembered there was such a person.

She propped her chin with her hand, lazily lowered her eyelashes, and uttered a ’hm’, then asked Amadeus Yancey: "What’s his phone number?"

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Although Amadeus Yancey didn’t understand her opinion at first, he quickly recited a string of numbers.

He wasn’t reciting Vincent Moore’s phone number by heart, but he had such a good mory that he could rember everything after seeing it once.

After Amadeus Yancey finished speaking, Nathalie Quinlan imdiately understood what was going on, glanced at him, and smirked: "Oh, it’s him."

Amadeus Yancey’s gaze mixed with indulgence: "Hmm?"

Nathalie Quinlan felt uncomfortable under his stare, closed the laptop in front of her, leaned back, and rested against the chair.

After creating so distance, she slowly opened her mouth: "I blocked him."

Amadeus Yancey narrowed his eyes: "Blocked him?"

"Did he call you?"

"I think he did." Nathalie Quinlan didn’t hide anything from him, picked up a pen from the side, twirling it between her fingers, saying offhandedly: "At first, I didn’t know who it was. The first ti he called, he said he dialed the wrong number. Later, when he called again, I treated it as a spam call and blocked it. I just saw the text ssage Mr. Radcliff sent and found out that he wanted to ask for my help decrypting the password system."

Amadeus Yancey didn’t expect that such an episode had occurred when Vincent Moore went out.

He admired it a bit, laughed: "His brain doesn’t work well; don’t bother with him."

He said it so naturally!

Tsk!

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him, her dark eyes casual, but she didn’t say much, only ntioned, "I won’t be at the hotel the day after tomorrow; I need to go out."

Before, when she ca to Inderia, she didn’t tell him.

Since they t in Inderia, she felt that sotis she should tell him sothing, although she was still more accustod to traveling independently and not explaining her itinerary to anyone.

"The Kingsleys Family sent an invitation letter to Master Cadmus, inviting us to attend a banquet. I need to go once." Nathalie Quinlan said it very naturally, without any pause: "After attending this banquet, I’ll probably go back. How about you?"

Amadeus Yancey was still contemplating the banquet she just ntioned; upon hearing this, he slightly raised his eyelids, his beautiful eyes like hooks, a strikingly stunning face that was both dignified and eye-catching, he smiled slightly, his brow stretching out like clouds winding around mountain peaks: "Does Nathalie the Goddess want to go back with you?"

"..."

Every ti Nathalie Quinlan heard him call her ’Nathalie the Goddess’, she had a natural reaction of feeling restless, raising her eyebrows, imdiately looking over: "You don’t have to go back."

Amadeus Yancey was very adept at grasping the situation, imdiately moderating his earlier frivolity.

He chuckled softly, his eyes mixing with tenderness, his hand resting on the table, gently tapping the desktop with his long fingers, lazily and casually: "I’ll handle what I have on hand and go back, maybe a few days later. I’ll let you know before I go back."

"What ti are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

After speaking, Amadeus Yancey looked at the girl on the other end of the video call; seemingly, she was lost in thought, he laughed helplessly: "Forget it, I’ll ask Master Cadmus later."