At least when Mr. Yapiter ran into him, the familiarity with which the two greeted each other didn’t seem like they had been strangers before.
But could a character recognized by a big shot in that circle be just an ordinary role?
"What are you dawdling for? The lens, hurry up and get the cara ready!"
They had their material for today!
A showdown between the true and the false heiress, the ’false heiress’ harshly stepping on the true one! Half of McKinney gathering around!
It was all so sensational!
While the reporters were bustling about, the guests invited by the Quinlan family also started to stir, whispering to one another and discussing fervently.
Only Olivia Barness and a few others who didn’t recognize the top-notch figures were at a loss, clueless about the calibre of the people that Nathalie Quinlan had brought along.
But anyone who knew of the stature of the guest arriving with them wished they could be part of that group.
When the two groups t, Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes spotted Edric Yancey.
As soon as she arrived, she reached out to ruffle his soft hair, her eyes unconsciously softening as she asked him, "Edric, does rehabilitation hurt?"
Edric Yancey was incredibly dependent on her, shook his head, and imdiately said, "It doesn’t hurt."
Who could bear to make him upset after hearing his adorable voice?
The key thing was that the little guy was not only sweet-voiced but also generous.
Eagerly, he took out a small bag from beside his wheelchair, handed it to Nathalie Quinlan, and said with a gleaming and shy look, "Sister, happy birthday!"
"This is a gift." His eyelashes fluttered like little fans as he excitedly said, "Uncle and I bought it for you together, but I also prepared a separate gift for you, Sister. I’ll give it to you later."
Alfred Garland, pushing his wheelchair, thought: ...
Young master, that’s not what you said when you went shopping with Amadeus. You ntioned wanting to prepare the gift with him for Ms. Quinlan, but you had an extra trick up your sleeve?
He unconsciously glanced at the man beside him, and Amadeus seed quite calm about it.
Hm?
Nathalie Quinlan, upon hearing that the gift was from the two of them, silently accepted it and first thanked the little guy.
Then straightening up, she turned to the striking man with a rather hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Amadeus Yancey’s thin lips quirked up, alluring and sexy, "My pleasure."
Nathalie Quinlan: "..."
Thank you.
My pleasure.
It sounded like a perfectly normal exchange, but why did it seem to carry a different undertone coming from his mouth?
Nathalie Quinlan felt inexplicably agitated and like she had been subtly pressured.
In reality, both parties had seen each other.
The people with Lowie Wilmar recognized Audrick Zachmann and realized the ’Zachmann’ referred to the distinguished Zachmann family of McKinney, and by default, they assud Amadeus Yancey and his group were guests invited by the Zachmann family.
The Zachmann family and Alfred Garland, in turn, automatically considered Lowie Wilmar and Owen Yapiter’s group as mutual supporters invited to bolster Nathalie Quinlan’s position.
Yet, there was one person who saw through it all—Amadeus Yancey.
But he said nothing, hands in his pockets, as if nothing that happened to Nathalie Quinlan would surprise him.
He only needed one glance at Silvania Ingram and Owen Yapiter to understand the aning behind Nathalie Quinlan’s words that day about wanting to deal with matters personally.
It looked like today she intended to personally slap so people’s faces!
The corner of Amadeus Yancey’s mouth curled up as he lazily looked back towards the Quinlan family.
Sohow, he was looking forward to it.
Now that everyone had arrived, Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t in the habit of standing outside in the wind.
After speaking to Stanley Zachmann and the rest, she led the crowd towards the Waterfront Pavilion...
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