"I’ll make the call right away." Alfred didn’t waste a mont; he didn’t even greet Sadam before brushing past him to go make the call.
Sadam wore a grave expression as he followed Amadeus Yancey into the living room, watching the man pour himself a cup of coffee and seemingly send a ssage to soone.
He looked up, finally unable to hold back, and said, "Amadeus, you already know about Uncle Zachmann?"
Amadeus had just sent a ssage to Nathalie Quinlan, and upon hearing this, he looked up surprised, "You know too?"
Sadam instantly understood.
In his heart, he silently cursed.
He pondered which reckless brat dared to make a move against Nathalie’s father.
As he walked over to Amadeus, he touched his earlobe and quickly explained, "I was just playing a ga with Govert and the others, and Govert ntioned it to . But he wasn’t sure; he said he couldn’t find out the details afterward and that soone had covered it up."
Sadam straightforwardly picked up the coffee cup, made another cup of coffee for him, and placed it on the table, "You know very well that in Beijing, having sothing covered up is big news."
"I was just about to ntion it to you, but who knew you’d already heard about it." Sadam sat heavily on the sofa across from him, looking serious, "Uncle Zachmann’s okay?"
"Mr. Zachmann is fine." Amadeus cradled his coffee cup in his hands, the rising steam shrouding his refined features, making his eyes and brows appear even more distinct and striking.
Sadam was montarily stunned, then widened his eyes, waiting for him to continue.
"And then?"
His impatient nature made him ask as if a dog were chasing him from behind, "Amadeus, what exactly happened!"
"Uncle Zachmann is just a university professor; who would target him for no reason? This is probably aid at Nathalie, isn’t it?"
Sadam was agitated and furious because he roughly guessed that soone behind the scenes was targeting Nathalie.
He punched the sofa with a clenched fist, seething with anger, "Do they only dare to use underhanded tricks from the shadows?"
"Previously, when Audrick was hurt, it was also their sches. Now it’s Uncle Zachmann again; will it never end? If they’re so capable, they shouldn’t hide behind a shield like cowards! Co out and say it to our faces. They don’t dare to confront us directly but only play dirty tricks in secret, showing just how despicable and shaless they are."
Amadeus saw the redness in Sadam’s eyes, full of an angry, fierce aura.
He reached up to shield his eyes, his entire presence calm and composed, "There’s no need to be so angry; uncle is fine. The Yancey Family has always had soone secretly protecting him. Just as the truck lunged forward, that person pulled him away. Both only suffered minor scratches on their arms. They’ve been to the hospital for disinfection, and my grandfather went to the hospital too."
"Mr. Yancey is there too?"
Amadeus replied blandly, "He’s been in the hospital since yesterday."
Sadam’s anger eased a bit, and he exhaled heavily, "It’s good that Mr. Yancey is there; with him around, no one would dare to act recklessly."
Beijing is the domain of the Yancey Family.
With Giordano Yancey holding the fort, no one would dare act presumptuously.
"So that large truck..." Sadam felt slightly relieved, then imdiately perked up with full attention, asking him.
Amadeus, for once, opened a drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, with an inescapably deep and somber look in his eyes.
"The driver is dead."
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