The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1714: Heh, She’s Even More Impressive Than the Hacker Alliance?

Sure enough, Mr. Yancey’s expression became even more disdainful. He waved his hand without saying much: "Forget it, having descendants is just a debt in this life!"

"I don’t have high expectations for him. As long as he gets married while I’m still alive and doesn’t cause trouble, I have no other demands."

Candice Yancey couldn’t help but laugh: "Marriage is still far away. Nathalie is still in school, and she might not agree in the future."

Mr. Yancey glared, snorted: "Hmph, then let him pay me back that billion! A good-for-nothing offspring is useless at home, might as well kick him out."

"..." Candice Yancey was immediately amused yet exasperated.

*

Nathalie Quinlan received a text from Candice Yancey while she was on a video call with someone.

She put the phone aside, sat on a stool, with a laptop on the table in front of her, lazily playing a matching game.

She immediately saw the text message from Candice Yancey pop up.

Nathalie picked up the phone, lowered her head, and used both hands to write a reply to Candice before putting the phone back in its original place.

Her movements caught Amadeus Yancey’s attention, and after she finished, he spoke in a deep, enticing voice: "What’s up?"

"Mrs. Diana asked when I’m coming back."

After Nathalie finished speaking, she rested her hand on the table, glanced at him irritably, and couldn’t help but ask, "When do you plan on ending the video call? You’re affecting my gaming."

He had been watching from the side, distracting her from even focusing on a matching game.

Amadeus’ thin lips curled up, just about to speak.

Vincent Moore came back.

Upon seeing Amadeus in a video call with someone, and no less with Nathalie, his expression immediately darkened. He didn’t dare show it in front of Amadeus, but pretended not to see and walked straight to the man, saying, "Amadeus, Torre’s phone is encrypted. It’ll take some time to extract his call records."

"How long?" Amadeus didn’t try to avoid Nathalie and leaned back lazily.

Vincent was somewhat apprehensive, hesitated briefly, seeing Amadeus’ firm attitude with no intention to avoid talking in front of Nathalie.

He felt uneasy inside, yet didn’t dare defy Amadeus: "... It will take about half a day."

Amadeus didn’t even raise an eyebrow, his face still elegantly lazy, but his eyes were sharp: "Half a day is too long."

Vincent was a bit troubled, bowed his head: "Amadeus, this is already the fastest. We even contacted the Hacker Alliance for help. Otherwise, it would take longer to unlock his phone password..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Nathalie’s voice came from the phone: "Send me his phone number."

Heh, send it to her?

What can she do?

Is she more capable than the Hacker Alliance?

Vincent furrowed his brows deeply, almost unable to hold back, silently reciting a calming mantra. He barely pretended not to hear and continued reporting to Amadeus: "... Our people are working with the Hacker Alliance on decoding the password."

"If progress goes well, it might take less than half a day. I’ll urge them to be quick."

"What’s Torre’s phone number?" Amadeus asked him indifferent, not directly answering.

Vincent reluctantly gave a string of numbers.

Amadeus repeated the phone number to Nathalie on the video call, and she lazily responded with an ’oh’, leaving it at that.

Vincent became increasingly uncomfortable.

She can’t help yet she asks, isn’t this just causing a fuss!