The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1556: Truly Become the Laughingstock of Beijing

"I don’t know, I didn’t see anyone when I got here." Leonardy Zachmann shook his head, looking exhausted, seemingly not in the mood for this.

"..." Hendrik Zachmann was silent for a moment, then looked thoughtfully in Ellen Quarles’ direction, but he didn’t dare think deeply about it, nor did he dare to bring up his suspicions with Leonardy Zachmann.

The two parties were still at an impasse.

After Hendrik Zachmann figured out what was going on from Celine Tucker, he rubbed his temples, tilted his head to look at the manager of the Imperial Hotel, his eyes deep, and said: "Is this... Amadeus’s intention?"

The other party did not answer directly, only said: "Mr. Zachmann, please don’t make things difficult for me. I’m only following orders, I don’t know anything else."

Hendrik Zachmann gave a slight nod, knowing he wouldn’t get any answers from the other party, he pulled out his phone, walked to the side: "I’ll call Mr. Yancey and ask him."

The manager no longer said anything, nor did he hurry them to complete the paperwork, as if implying that if Hendrik Zachmann could persuade Amadeus to change his mind, he would be more than willing to slap himself on the face.

Seeing his reaction, Hendrik Zachmann’s heart sank, but he couldn’t do anything else; he could only first try to plead with Amadeus Yancey.

Otherwise, how would they arrange for all the guests in the banquet hall?

In the middle of the day, you can’t just tell people they’ve been driven away, right?

If this really came to pass today, Room Two of the Zachmann Family would become a laughingstock in Beijing from now on!

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Hendrik Zachmann had met Amadeus Yancey and his people before.

He had Amadeus Yancey’s phone number stored in his phone, but unlike Audrick Zachmann, he wasn’t very familiar with Amadeus and his people, so they seldom contacted, and he had almost never called him.

Now, with the urgency burning, he couldn’t afford to think about it too much. He walked to the side, looked up Amadeus’s phone number in his phone book, his expression calm and called.

"Ring..."

The phone connected, ringing once.

Hendrik Zachmann felt a slight ease in his heart.

...

At the same time, outside the Imperial Hotel.

The phone in the pocket of the young man buzzed, he casually took it out and glanced at the caller ID from the Zachmann Family.

His well-jointed hand directly pressed to hang up, then with a relaxed brow, he lifted his head to ask the girl beside him: "What do you want for lunch?"

Nathalie Quinlan pulled down her hat brim, hiding the cold restlessness in her eyes, quite irritated: "...Hot pot?"

Sadam Vinson, who was right by, heard it, pricked his ears, immediately interjected: "Nathalie, were you a chili spirit in your past life? Why do you love spicy food so much? If I didn’t know you were from McKinney, I’d think you were from San Monique."

Nathalie Quinlan walked along with them, playing on her phone, holding it in one hand while quickly responding to messages, just her silhouette seemed pretty cool.

Coupled with her casual and carefree demeanor, she was particularly eye-catching.

"Ah." Nathalie Quinlan just finished sending a message, looked up at him, then lazily remarked: "Don’t you want hot pot? You pick something you all like, I’ll tag along, I’m fine with anything."

Sadam Vinson only teased with his words, in reality, he already saw Nathalie Quinlan as his own sister, turning his head to say to Govert Griffin: "Let’s go to your friend’s restaurant, have him reserve a room for us."

"Alright." Govert Griffin immediately went to handle it.

They had already walked out of the Imperial Hotel, and Alfred Garland went to get the car.

At this time, Amadeus Yancey’s phone buzzed again, Sadam Vinson caught a glimpse of him hanging up the call once more, couldn’t help but say: "Amadeus, who’s the one making a death chain call to you?"

The person had already hung up once, yet kept calling again and again, isn’t there something wrong with their head!

At least their face is quite thick.