The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1660: You’re 19, but 20 by nominal age?

Amadeus Yancey’s brows furrowed slightly, his deep-set eyes on her, not quite understanding how this was related to Shawn Norton.

However, hearing someone was with Nathalie Quinlan, he felt a bit relieved: "Alright, if anything comes up, just call Sadam Vinson. He’s at home every day, either playing games or going out to Rivendell, he doesn’t have much going on recently, so just call him if you need anything."

"Okay." Nathalie Quinlan responded.

As they were speaking, the progress bar on her computer finally hit 100%.

Nathalie Quinlan caught it from the corner of her eye, and started typing codes on the keyboard again.

She needed to wipe out all the online messages related to the Red Alliance’s sun once more, lest they find any clues over at Inderia, which would be troublesome!

Amadeus Yancey gazed at the girl’s beautiful profile, the glowing white light on her face enhancing her snowy complexion, making her quite eye-catching.

His gaze gradually softened, and he suddenly whispered to the girl, "I remember your birthday was in August?"

"Hmm?" The girl was focused on the computer, not seriously listening to him speak, first responding with a rising tone, clearly not in tune.

She realized something, paused what she was doing, and glanced back at the man, evidently now responding: "Yes, it was."

Jeff Quinlan said her birthday was on August 18th, and Amadeus Yancey celebrated it for her.

A lot of people came at that time too.

"What’s up?"

Nathalie Quinlan was puzzled, unsure why he was bringing up her birthday.

But even as she asked, her gaze unconsciously returned to the computer codes, lashes lowered, seemingly pondering what information she should alter for herself.

SUN, male?

Height...

Her porcelain hand paused on the keyboard, deep in thought, before typing a few random strokes.

The online information about SUN turned into—SUN, male, height 160, slightly chubby, square face, approximately forty-five years old, no photo.

She stashed this information in the Red Alliance’s database and also tweaked the information in the Hacker Alliance database, altering it to closely match what she just concocted, only slightly adjusting the height section.

Changed the Red Alliance’s listed height of 160 to roughly 158.

This height for a man is certainly ’distinctive’.

Most people would pay attention to the height, making it easier to overlook other things.

Nathalie Quinlan hit the Enter key, shamelessly pasting her improvised alterations into the database.

She was typing in codes.

Those codes would translate into text displayed above.

But from her end, it was hard to see what she was doing.

Amadeus Yancey saw the series of complex codes pouring from the girl’s hands, instantly understanding what Nathalie Quinlan was up to.

His thin lips curved slightly, eyes filled with indulgence, not questioning why she was altering information, arms crossed, raven-black lashes lowered, eyes half-closed, saying: "You’ll be 19 this year, 20 virtually."

Nathalie Quinlan had just pasted her improvised work when she heard this, looked back, eyebrows raised as if puzzled: "Huh? So?"

What’s the big deal about being virtually 20?

Amadeus Yancey seemed to know what she was thinking, chuckled, his laugh exceedingly charming, eyes calm and restrained: "Just one more year, once you turn 20, many things will be legal."

"Like what? What becomes legal?" Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t made the connection to the legal marriage age, thinking it was just about becoming an adult legally or something.