The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1551: Nathalie, We’re Not Going In

"Tsk." Nathalie Quinlan clicked her tongue irritably, lifting her eyelids to glance at her, with nothing but irritation in her eyes: "Caryn, aren’t you tired of pretending all the time? Even if you’re not tired, I’m tired just watching you."

Caryn Zachmann’s expression crumbled for an instant; if she hadn’t dug her nails into her fingers desperately, she would have lost her composure right there, unable to keep up the act.

Even if Caryn managed to barely keep it together, she was still flushed with anger from Nathalie’s words, lacking the courage to continue the confrontation.

Just then, Hendrik Zachmann came over, calling out the girl’s name: "Nathalie, why didn’t you say you were coming in advance."

He didn’t mean anything else by it, but it sounded like exclusion.

Automatically excluding Nathalie Quinlan from the Zachmann Family.

Sadam Vinson couldn’t help but frown.

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes also darkened, his gaze grew cold.

Nathalie Quinlan seemed indifferent, as if she had no extra emotions: "I’m here to find someone."

Hendrik Zachmann furrowed his brows as he looked at the girl, then smoothed them out again, asking her as gently as possible, "Who are you looking for?"

"Ellen Quarles." Nathalie said concisely, hiding nothing from him.

As soon as Ellen Quarles’ name was mentioned,

Caryn Zachmann reacted the most, immediately looking over, very vigilant, and opened her mouth, just about to refuse.

After a brief silence, Hendrik Zachmann said to the girl before Caryn could speak: "Let me take you in."

Nathalie Quinlan raised her brows, reached up to adjust her cap, originally wanting to say it wasn’t necessary.

Today she planned to settle accounts with Ellen Quarles for sure, whether Hendrik took her in or not wouldn’t affect her decision.

"I know which table she’s sitting at, let me take you there so you don’t have to look for her yourself."

Hendrik Zachmann added: "There are a lot of people inside, finding her one by one would just waste time."

Nathalie swallowed back the words she was about to say, glanced at him with clear eyes, her long lashes concealing her emotions, she pressed her lips together and said no more.

Seeing she agreed, Hendrik Zachmann sighed in relief, relaxed his furrowed brows, and without further ado, turned to lead the way.

Nathalie Quinlan stuck one hand in her pants pocket, pulled her duckbill cap down, and silently followed him.

Seeing that she was going inside, Sadam Vinson glanced sideways at Caryn Zachmann, whose face was changing colors, and lazily said: "Nathalie, you go ahead, we’ll wait for you outside, no need to go in."

Caryn Zachmann’s mind was already buzzing, unable to figure out why Hendrik’s attitude towards Nathalie had changed so much.

Before she could figure it out, she heard that Sadam Vinson and the others weren’t going in, and her face changed dramatically.

"Mr. Vinson, you’re not going in?"

Sadam Vinson never intended to go inside, casually glanced at her: "We’re just accompanying Nathalie over here, not coming for the meal, what’s the point of going in."

Govert Griffin, a shrewd observer, immediately chimed in: "Then I won’t go in either."

Alfred Garland didn’t say a word, just stood there with his arms crossed like a wooden post, clearly also not going inside.

Caryn Zachmann looked around, placing all her hopes on the remaining two people.

Brian Bonette, who had long understood the relationship between Nathalie and Amadeus, was a smart person, and had already made up his mind.

He avoided Caryn Zachmann’s pleading gaze, casually turned to the man standing next to him, and said leisurely: "Amadeus, you go in with Nathalie, we’ll wait outside with Sadam."

...Even Brian Bonette isn’t going in!

Amadeus Yancey acknowledged with a hum, directly bypassing her and following after them.

Blood rushed to Caryn Zachmann’s head, as if she had been slapped in the face, her ears ringing.

She had previously assured the Wilmar Family that Sadam Vinson and the others would come.

Yet...though they came, they weren’t here to attend her welcoming banquet.

They were even outside the banquet hall, refusing to go in.

What could be more of a slap in the face, more of a clear line drawn?