The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1093: The Manager Almost Broke Out in a Cold Sweat
Compared to Adelle Wafford, who thrived within Beijing’s social circle, the Chinese Medicine department was hardly noteworthy. Everyone instinctively knew whom to avoid offending.
"Let me..." He hadn’t even finished his sentence when his peripheral vision caught sight of someone walking over.
The Sea View Pavilion manager abruptly stopped talking, blinking hard to confirm he wasn’t mistaken. His face subtly changed, abandoning the half-spoken words to quickly hurry forward. His expression was full of politeness, tinged with nervous flattery and a trace of subdued fear: "Ah, Ms. Quinlan, what brings you here today?"
He instinctively glanced behind Nathalie Quinlan.
He didn’t see *that person*.
Letting out a subtle sigh of relief, he still maintained a courteous and respectful demeanor: "Ms. Quinlan, are you here today for..."
"Dinner."
Just as Nathalie Quinlan finished speaking, he immediately nodded, turning back to call a waiter to arrange seating.
Amadeus Yancey and Sadam Vinson had a private room reserved here. Though they rarely visited, the room was kept perpetually vacant and strictly off-limits to anyone else.
Originally, he thought to place Nathalie Quinlan there.
But unexpectedly, the girl raised her snowy-white chin slightly. Under the brim of her hat, her striking face was both confident and lightly restrained, carrying an effortless charisma. Turning back to glance at the group standing by the door, her hoarse voice said to him, "I’m with my teacher and a few classmates. We already booked a private room..."
A private room?
The Sea View Pavilion’s hotel manager instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his back nearly drenched with it.
He reacted quickly, not waiting for Nathalie Quinlan to finish as he said, "Oh, Ms. Quinlan, so you’re here with classmates."
"Absolutely, no problem. Don’t worry about a thing. The room you reserved has been left untouched. I’ll immediately arrange it for you all!"
Rumors within Beijing’s circles often spoke of Amadeus having a girlfriend from McKinney—a freshman at Tsinghua University. The girl was reportedly academically outstanding, scoring incredibly high on her college entrance exams.
He had seen Nathalie Quinlan briefly before but had never asked which discipline she studied at Tsinghua University.
Obviously, with his position, he wouldn’t dare interrogate someone from Amadeus Yancey’s circle.
Who knew making such an inquiry could’ve nearly dragged him into trouble that day? The moment he spotted her in Amadeus Yancey’s private room, he had seen with perfect clarity how indulgently that man treated her—personally serving food and pouring water for the young girl...
With behavior like that, even a hundred Adelle Waffords would never measure up!
The manager quickly arranged for a waiter to lead Nathalie Quinlan and her group, though he remained uneasy. Halfway through, he decided to follow up and personally escort them to their room.
*
Winston Sullivan had booked the large private room.
The space was generous, decorated elegantly with vintage accents. Upon entering, one would first notice the grand round table placed center-stage. Adjacent to it stood four screens delicately crafted, and beside these screens was a bench holding a porcelain vessel filled with goldfish. The soft ripples in the water cast shimmery light-and-shadow reflections on the screens, blending a tranquil charm with a refined sophistication.
After the manager guided them to the private room, he arranged for drinks, tea, and a fruit platter to be delivered, including neatly sliced fruits and cherry tomatoes.
Before leaving, he repeatedly stressed that they could call for anything they might need at a moment’s notice. His attitude was so accommodating that the group from the Chinese Medicine department felt a bit out of place.
"..."
What was going on? Wasn’t Sea View Pavilion about to demand that they relinquish their private room?
Why had they suddenly changed their stance?
Tiffany Olsen instinctively glanced toward the girl who had walked in and quietly chosen an unobtrusive corner seat, seemingly absorbed in sending messages on her phone. She stared in disbelief.
Jo...Nathalie Quinlan?
