The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1197: Your sister is quite pretty.
Amadeus Yancey had given her a VIP card to Rivendell, where the environment is calm and quiet, suitable for a group outing to play.
The other people in Class A did not know what Rivendell was, and all raised their hands in agreement.
Only Justin Wafford had good family conditions and had already figured out some upscale consumption venues in Beijing before coming.
When Nathalie Quinlan mentioned going to Rivendell to sing.
He was silent for a moment, touched his own nasal bone, and followed the group’s footsteps, only thinking to himself: Tsk, Rivendell, Nathalie wouldn’t be talking about that venue where one box costs ten digits, and you can’t enter without a membership, right?
The big shots’ world, indeed, even singing isn’t done at a KTV.
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A large group of people from Class A walked happily, not noticing a black Bugatti coupe parked on the side of Tsinghua University road.
Justin Wafford did notice it as he passed the coupe.
The car had Beijing’s license plate, a sequential number with three identical digits.
However, he only glanced at it and then retracted his gaze, remaining calm after having seen the world.
After all, the last time he came to Beijing to find Nathalie, he already saw the most incredible license plate.
Beijing.888888.
Compared to that license plate, a sequence + three identical digits seemed so unremarkable.
He didn’t even look at what the people sitting in the car looked like, just stayed beside Nathalie, walking without turning back!
...
In the car.
Two notably dressed young people sat in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, the man in the driver’s seat was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
His age was similar to Amadeus and Sadam Vinson’s.
Around him was a radiance of elite aura.
With a slimmer build, wearing prescription glasses on his nasal bone, on closer inspection, one would find that the lens wasn’t thick, more like it’s just perched on his nasal bone for fun.
His facial features were outstanding, wearing a silver-gray suit that emitted a unique aura on him, certainly the type of person you’d glance at if you saw him in a crowd.
"Is that your sister?" the man in the passenger seat, not as good-looking as him but more amiable and approachable, curiously tilted his chin towards the direction Nathalie and her group were leaving.
Clearly asking about Nathalie.
The young man in the driver’s seat immediately frowned, as if the other had asked a question that irritated him, he responded impatiently with a hum.
"It’s her."
His friend immediately smiled and said, "She looks quite nice, surrounded by so many friends; your sister seems to have good social connections."
Hendrik Zachmann didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t speak.
Squinting his eyes towards the direction of the girls leaving, the girl wearing a duckbill cap stood out among the crowd, indeed very conspicuous compared to peers.
Exuding an air of rebelliousness.
Looking like not the obedient type.
"However, just passing by, I heard her friends calling her Nathalie. Uh, did your sister change her name, or is Nathalie her nickname?"
His friend propped his chin, looking puzzled: "You always tell me your sister is Caryn Zachmann, why the nickname that’s unrelated at all."
Hendrik Zachmann softened his facial features, no longer as stern previously upon hearing Caryn Zachmann’s name, holding the steering wheel, he explained coldly: "She’s not the sister I usually talk to you about."
"???"
Seeing the other’s face full of confusion, Hendrik Zachmann patiently continued, eyes like chilling gleams, saying: "This is my first uncle’s daughter, just retrieved from McKinney, if counted, she’s my cousin. She’s not my biological sister."
