Outside the Ocean Pavilion.
Amadeus Yancey and Sadam Vinson both ca.
When Nathalie Quinlan walked over, Sadam Vinson was sitting in the back row, it was unclear whether he was sitting there initially or moved there temporarily.
Sadam Vinson didn’t sit in the front passenger seat, leaving it empty.
She opened the car door and sat in the front passenger seat.
The whole ti she didn’t notice the pair of eyes secretly watching her from inside the Ocean Pavilion.
In the car.
"Your friend didn’t co out with you?"
Amadeus Yancey rested one hand on the steering wheel, today he wore a blue shirt, with a trench coat as usual on top.
But since the air conditioner was on in the car, he threw the trench coat aside after taking it off, rolling up his shirt sleeves to reveal a strong forearm.
He sat there with an exceptional deanor, exuding an extraordinary aura.
At this mont, while driving towards the residence, he slightly turned his head and asked seemingly casually: "Did he co to find you for sothing?"
Sadam Vinson chid in gossipy: "Right, Nathalie, which friend of yours is it? A guy or a girl?"
Amadeus Yancey, with deep eyes and curled lips, did not ask Nathalie Quinlan her friend’s gender, he just quietly asked: "You told it’s an ’online friend’?"
"..." Nathalie Quinlan glanced sideways, seeing the teeth mark on the corner of his lips, quite ostentatious.
The person didn’t intend to conceal it, brazenly flaunting the teeth mark.
She propped her chin lazily, found a comfortable pose to settle in, and hadn’t replied yet.
Sadam Vinson reacted even more: "Damn, another ’online friend’? Nathalie’s ’online friends’ are one more impressive than the next, hope this one isn’t so big shot again, right?"
"...Nathalie, why did your ’online friend’ suddenly want to et up, is he also Inderian?"
Sadam Vinson had an inquisitive look, almost writing the word ’gossip’ on his forehead.
Nathalie Quinlan seed speechless, pressed down her duckbill cap to cover her dark eyes, lazily replied: "Ah."
"???" Sadam Vinson clearly wanted more than this answer, was about to press further.
Nathalie Quinlan took out her phone from the single shoulder bag and opened it, there happened to be a ssage from Nicholas Fuller.
The ti was one minute ago.
[Greenie: Sun, please consider carefully the matter of joining level 8 laboratory I ntioned to you. I’ll wait for your reply.]
She stared at the phone screen, couldn’t co back to her senses for a long ti.
Just as Sadam Vinson kept asking about her ’online friend’, Nathalie Quinlan put the phone back, spoke nonchalantly: "He’s Inderian, but I don’t know exactly what he does."
"Nathalie, you don’t even know what he does?" Sadam Vinson looked surprised, after all, Nathalie Quinlan rarely doesn’t understand soone’s background.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t intend to hide it from them: "Uh, I don’t know."
"Then..."
Amadeus Yancey also turned slightly, but he wasn’t as gossipy as Sadam Vinson; he’s always let the girl be about these things, if Nathalie Quinlan wants to say she’ll say, if not he won’t ask further.
"We have always been in touch online, part of the sa group." Nathalie Quinlan hasn’t replied to Nicholas Fuller yet, so she casually held the phone, her fair fingers resting on the phone case, giving a playful, casual vibe: "He heard I ca to Inderia from sowhere and asked to et, and then asked if I wanted to enter The First Research Institute’s level 8 laboratory; I haven’t replied to him."
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