The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1538: Nathalie: If They Want to Play, She’ll Play to the End!

Stanley Zachmann usually cares first about his daughter, second about academics.

Amadeus Yancey can discuss both topics with him at length, and Stanley Zachmann’s perception of him has been getting better.

The trip took less than forty minutes.

When it was time to get off, Stanley Zachmann still seemed reluctant, and had naturally started calling him: "Amadeus, we arrived. You guys go back, we’ll chat again another day. By the way, you were talking about that spiral propulsion principle..."

Amadeus Yancey understood instantly, smiled slightly, and immediately said: "I’ll put together a document for you and send it over."

Stanley Zachmann was overjoyed.

Because the principle and viewpoint proposed by Amadeus Yancey were novel, at least it’s a direction not yet seen in the current academic circle.

He was personally very interested.

"Great, great, great." Despite his happiness, he didn’t forget Nathalie Quinlan was still in the car, reminding the girl who was constantly looking down at her phone: "Nathalie, when you go back, rest early. Don’t be too tired."

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t talk much during the ride, busy playing on her phone.

Seemingly messaging someone.

Stanley Zachmann knew she knew many people and had many friends, so he didn’t disturb her. Until it was really time to part, he couldn’t help but speak to her.

Nathalie Quinlan put down her phone, lifted her head, rolled down the car window, saw his concerned eyes, and felt a warm current in her heart, her voice slightly hoarse and deep: "Hmm, I know. Dad, you go back. I’ll invite you for a meal when I have time."

Stanley Zachmann received this promise, unable to hide his happiness, quickly responded: "Okay! You guys go first, I’ll go in after you leave."

Amadeus Yancey said ’Goodbye, Uncle’ to him, then turned the car around. The black Hongqi car subtly headed in the direction of Rhine...

Only when the person in the rearview mirror gradually became smaller did Nathalie Quinlan roll up the window, resting her hand on the edge, speaking lightly to the man: "I found out who’s done it." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Amadeus Yancey drove slowly, knowing she was tired, and turned on the air conditioner for her. Hearing her speak to him, he acknowledged with a sound and raised an eyebrow: "Already found out so quickly?"

"... Not really found out, more like caught a small tail." Nathalie Quinlan curled her lips, laughing, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, with a cold hint: "We’re not going back yet, I need to go somewhere."

Then she gave an address.

Nathalie Quinlan’s fair fingers rested lazily and cheekily on the car window, but her eyes were extremely cold: "... To find someone."

She needs to go find someone.

Just now with Stanley Zachmann in the car, there were some things hard to say directly. However, based on what she found, the matter was quite interesting.

If the other side wanted to play, she’d definitely stay the course!

Amadeus Yancey didn’t even ask who she was going to find, directly located it on his phone, and drove to the address according to the navigation.

*

Meanwhile.

In a high-end KTV in Beijing, a group of young men and women were gathered together, happily organizing a play session.

These people looked quite young, each had hair with highlights, either yellow or green, clearly mostly young people mixing in social circles.

On one side of the brown sofa, a boy about the same age as Nathalie Quinlan sat in the corner, face taut all the way, constantly scrolling through news on his phone.

Next to him a male with green-dyed hair put down the microphone, holding a glass, approached, jovially hooked his shoulder, sat beside him, and spoke: "Mr. Freeman, why aren’t you playing with everyone today?"

Trode Freeman’s heart was in turmoil, having no mood to play with them, immediately frowned, brushed the boy’s hand away, lowered his voice: "You guys play, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the KTV room was suddenly kicked open.

"Who the hell is it!"

"What the hell!"

The room burst into noisy commotion amongst the young men and women.

Only Trode Freeman recognized the intruder, his face drained pale from drinks and distractions, body shaking like a sieve, his mouth opened, addressing: "Co... Cousin."