The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1533: Mr. Yancey: When Are You Getting Married?

She turned sourly around to try to make her presence felt, then glanced at Mr. Yancey as if he hadn’t heard them, shouting: "Dad, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just sending a message."

"What message?" Candice leaned over to sneak a look at his phone.

Giordano Yancey was serious, immediately hid the phone not letting her see, waited until Candice walked away speechless, said: "I’m going to ask Nathalie when they will come back."

Giordano Yancey waited until she went far away before picking up his phone again and looking, pulled up Amadeus Yancey’s phone number and sent a message.

——When are you getting married?

*

The next day.

Saturday.

Capital International Airport.

After the plane landed, Amadeus Yancey saw the message on WhatsApp.

[Grandpa: When are you getting married?]

He stood there with one hand crossed waiting for Sadam Vinson and the others, at first glanced thinking he saw wrong, then furrowed his brow and looked again.

The conversation box was very concise.

Mr. Yancey wasn’t a person who liked to talk, usually, they seldom contacted unless there was something, and kept it simple when they did.

The entire conversation box had only one recent message.

It was the question from Giordano Yancey: When are you getting married?

Amadeus Yancey stared at the message on WhatsApp silent for two seconds, then casually replied.

[A: She’s just a freshman.]

Mr. Yancey seemed to be playing on his phone, his message had just gone through when he received another new WhatsApp reply shortly after.

Amadeus Yancey’s phone vibrated.

He lowered his eyes and glanced.

[Grandpa: Freshman can get married too, are you disdaining Nathalie’s age being too young?]

He hadn’t had a chance to reply.

Another message from Mr. Yancey came through.

[Grandpa: People haven’t minded you being an old bachelor, just be grateful!]

Amadeus Yancey’s temples throbbed violently, his thin lips twitched slightly, the usual lazy demeanor cleared up, left speechless by the grandpa’s jab.

He raised an eyebrow, held the phone, and replied to Mr. Yancey.

[A: I’m not disdaining, it’s that her age isn’t enough, can’t marry yet.]

Domestic law requires the legal marriage age for males to be 22 years old, females to be at least 20 years old.

Nathalie Quinlan was just a freshman and needed to wait another two years.

Amadeus had just sent the reply, right after Mr. Yancey’s WhatsApp message flashed through again, ten moves seemingly rejected —[What’s the matter, this can be managed! I’ll find connections to push through a back door for you~!]

A puzzled emoji followed behind.

Amadeus can easily guess the origin of the emoji from Edric Yancey.

He pursed his thin lips, simply stopped replying.

He had just tucked his phone away, lifted his head, and saw Sadam Vinson and Nathalie Quinlan had returned with water.

"Amadeus." Alfred Garland had also joined to buy water, after walking over, he respectfully handed him a cup of hot coffee: "Your coffee."

Amadeus Yancey took it and looked at the group.

Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland both had water in hand, including Govert Griffin with coffee bought, except Nathalie Quinlan with empty hands, holding nothing.

He raised his eyebrows, ignored Sadam’s group, walked to the girl, his voice low: "Why didn’t you buy water?"

Since yesterday Nathalie had been somewhat avoiding him, with his sudden approach against herself, the girl was somewhat unaccustomed instinctively raising a hand, tugged at the brim of her hat, carelessly said: "I drink mineral water, it’s in the bag."

She didn’t like coffee and milk tea type drinks, they were too rich for her taste.

If there was a choice, she rather had mineral water.