The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1693: I’ve Changed My Mind!

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Chapter 1693: Chapter 1693: I’ve Changed My Mind!

Amadeus Yancey’s fingers were long and beautiful as he held the phone, paused for a moment, and sent a message back: [Y: Be careful outside.]

After the message was sent.

He slipped the phone into his trench coat pocket, turned back, his entire posture exuding hostility, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Ama-Amadeus?" Vincent Moore saw him suddenly turn back, put down the teacup in his hand in a daze, and asked him, "Aren’t you going to get some sleep?"

Amadeus Yancey walked straight to the sofa, found a comfortable spot to sit down, took out a cigarette, placed it at the corner of his mouth, and lazily asked, "Where’s Torre?"

Vincent Moore hadn’t reacted yet.

Alfred Garland scratched the back of his head, looking dumbfounded: "The business alliance, the business alliance, right?"

Torre is the president of the business alliance, and if there’s nothing happening, he would definitely stay at the business alliance, and probably wouldn’t go anywhere else.

"Capture him back." Amadeus Yancey’s hand reached for a lighter, a cluster of ghostly-blue flame ignited in his hand. He lowered his head, lighting the cigarette in his mouth, his face strikingly radiant yet quite desolate, but in a bleeding and fierce enigma.

His entire being exuded an air of hostility.

Vincent Moore was initially stunned into silence, unable to speak.

At this moment, suddenly realizing, he hurriedly said, "Amadeus, didn’t you say at the beginning that we wouldn’t alert the snake, that we would first cast a long line to find out the people behind him, and then close the net? How did it suddenly..."

Amadeus Yancey replied very calmly, "I’ve changed my mind."

Vincent Moore: "?"

How could such a big decision be changed just because he said so? There wasn’t any sign beforehand, just suddenly changed his mind.

Amadeus Yancey casually finished speaking and ignored him, then turned to Alfred Garland and asked: "Which hotel is Master Cadmus and his group staying at?"

Alfred Garland reacted more slowly, not as quickly as Vincent Moore. He thought about it as if it was quite routine: "Paradise, right?"

Amadeus Yancey picked up his phone to check the time and said, "I’ll head over later."

Alfred Garland foolishly nodded.

Vincent Moore’s eyelids twitched incessantly, and he had a belly full of questions he wanted to ask.

For example, isn’t Amadeus going to interrogate Torre?

If they so straightforwardly capture the president of the business alliance, the other powers in Inderia will definitely take notice.

At this critical juncture, isn’t Amadeus concerned about what Torre is doing at the Paradise Hotel?

Alfred Garland, after nodding, realized something and went to find his own phone: "I’ll call Master Cadmus and ask if they’re at the hotel."

Amadeus Yancey stopped him: "No need, I’m not going to find Master Cadmus."

Alfred Garland looked at him in confusion.

What does that mean?

He finally asked a relatively critical question: "Amadeus, you’re not going to find Master Cadmus and them? Then why are you going to the hotel?"

Vincent Moore actually wanted to know the answer too. He immediately watched the man’s every move, seemingly anticipating an answer.

Under their unblinking eyes, Amadeus Yancey half-closed his eyes, gazed remotely at the boundless sunset in the distance, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, threw it into the ashtray, seeming to be in a good mood, and softly said: "Nathalie Quinlan is there."

Vincent Moore was stunned.

Alfred Garland was the first to react, showing joy: "Ms. Quinlan is in Inderia?"

In his excitement, he walked back and forth, then stopped: "But that’s not right, Ms. Quinlan didn’t tell us she was coming to Inderia."

Amadeus Yancey let out a light laugh, leaned back, lazily glanced at him, and retorted, "Did you ask her?"

Alfred Garland replied without a thought: "No, I didn’t!"

"Then there you go." Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were deep, full of a dense, inescapable darkness: "You didn’t ask her, so why would she tell you. Besides, you didn’t tell her you were coming to Inderia, did you?"