The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1543: This Time, the Quarles Family Will Die Without a Doubt

Amadeus Yancey took the sketch drawn by Trode Freeman, looking at the image of a middle-aged man outlined on white paper with a 2B pencil.

The middle-aged man had a common appearance, a long slender face with high cheekbones, giving off an unfriendly vibe, and his triangular eyes gleamed with a fierce light.

Trode Freeman’s sketches of people had their own unique style.

With a few strokes, he not only captured the middle-aged man’s features but also particularly emphasized the man’s shoulders and back.

The person in his drawing wore a well-fitted suit, looking sophisticated, quite like a member of the upper echelon.

However, Trode Freeman captured the details—the middle-aged man tried hard to conceal but couldn’t hide some of his reflexive habits.

Like hunching over!

This habitual lifestyle of bowing and scraping would unconsciously reveal a humble demeanor when interacting with others.

And this humble reflexive action clearly did not match the identity of a senior executive in an entertainment company.

...This person was not a senior executive of an entertainment company.

Amadeus Yancey saw through the disguise at once, rolled down the car window, leaned his arm on the side, sitting in a rather relaxed posture, and spoke to the girl: "Who?"

"The Quarles Family’s driver."

Nathalie Quinlan reached out and pulled down the seatbelt, fastening it herself, succinctly telling him about her encounter outside a hotel in Country M.

At that time, the Quarles Family’s driver had blocked her path with the car, and she was distinctly impressed by the driver’s arrogant attitude, so she remembered this person.

"Someone blocked your way in Country M?" Amadeus Yancey’s tone had a dangerous edge, his voice was low-pitched, and a faint sinister tone seeped through.

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him, rolled up the car window, turned on the air conditioner, and calmly said: "The other party didn’t succeed, your people showed up in time to help me out."

She hadn’t asked anyone about Yandor Sect yet. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

However, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t plan to ask since, when it was summed up, there were some things she hadn’t told him either.

Everyone has their own secrets, she didn’t feel that Amadeus Yancey was obliged to explain everything to her clearly.

"They probably didn’t expect Trode Freeman to draw a sketch of a person just based on a brief encounter." Trode Freeman’s grades were very poor in school, and he often got into fights and skipped classes, acting like a young delinquent. It wasn’t surprising that the people from the Quarles Family didn’t expect him to have this skill.

Nathalie Quinlan also didn’t expect him to draw such a realistic sketch, he could completely go into criminal investigation and study forensic sketching.

At least in this aspect, Trode Freeman could be considered a genius.

"It seems this matter is related to the Quarles Family." Amadeus Yancey already conjured a name in his mind, Ellen Quarles.

"Yes." Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes were a bit cold but not anxious: "Let’s investigate first."

The person she and Amadeus Yancey both thought of was Ellen Quarles.

"If the matter with Audrick Zachmann was really her doing, I’ll make sure she pays the price!" Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes had a cold glance but her voice couldn’t contain its wildness.

Quite audacious!

The Quarles Family had some power overseas, especially since Ellen Quarles, the soul of the Quarles Family, had connections with the Orlais Royal Family due to her marriage, and was intertwined with the Illegal Zone and Inderia.

However, Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t intimidated by them.

This time, she intended to deal with the Quarles Family and Ellen Quarles in a transparent manner!

*

Five o’clock in the afternoon.

Leonardy Zachmann had just returned home from the company, hadn’t even put down his briefcase when he received a phone call from Bernard Ingram.

"Mr. Zachmann." The servant at home thoughtfully took his briefcase to put it aside.

Leonardy Zachmann loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his collar, and walked aside while holding his phone, irritated: "Hello, Aunt, what’s up?"