The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1203: The big boss of Maybelissa Group has arrived
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly caught up with the man walking ahead: "Amadeus, Nathalie is here too."
Amadeus Yancey was also dressed in black today. His tall and slender frame made the black outfit appear not the least bit abrupt, instead, it highlighted his noble aura.
Upon hearing Sadam Vinson’s words, he turned his head and indeed saw a girl queuing up in the crowd.
He squinted slightly; it was not convenient for him to go over and greet her in such a setting, so he could only find a corner to wait until Nathalie Quinlan finished her condolences.
The line moved quickly.
Nathalie didn’t wait long in line before it was her turn.
She stood before the photo, looking at the elderly man in the photo who gazed at the lens with wise and resolute eyes. Remembering the small notebook he handed to her before he passed away and the long list of names in it, she felt quite sorrowful. She first made a solemn bow three times, then silently offered a bouquet of fresh white chrysanthemums.
The white chrysanthemums seemed freshly picked.
They even had dewdrops on them.
They stood out conspicuously among a heap of chrysanthemums.
After placing the chrysanthemums down, Nathalie straightened her back and, no longer lingering, gave up her place for the next person to continue paying respects.
Sadam Vinson watched the girl bowing and offering flowers in astonishment, couldn’t help but whisper: "Damn, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a bigshot bowing his head."
Amadeus’s eyes darkened, merely said, "Mr. Wilmar deserves it."
"...." Sadam glanced at him and saw him wearing an expression of clarity.
He looked at Nathalie, who didn’t wear a duckbill cap today, as though he understood something and said no more.
Mr. Wilmar, after a lifetime of battlefield, certainly deserves it.
It’s just that he didn’t expect someone as young as Nathalie would understand these things; these days, young people pay little attention to such matters. Nathalie usually appeared defiant to everyone, and he never thought Nathalie would bow earnestly three times at Mr. Wilmar’s funeral, more sincere than anyone else.
He was thinking that.
There was suddenly a commotion outside.
Sadam Vinson frowned, rather annoyed, hands pocketed: "What’s going on outside, why has it suddenly become noisy, could it be Raymond and his people causing trouble again?"
Upon learning from Nathalie about Mr. Wilmar’s will-making, he hurried home to inform his family. Yonathan Wilmar knew about the will.
As for whether Raymond Wilmar knew, he wasn’t sure.
But Raymond wasn’t someone to be ignored. While Mr. Wilmar was alive, he felt indebted to her, allowing Raymond to walk around Beijing as if she owned the place.
The children she raised also had the temperament of a Little Tyrant.
A family entirely lacking in manners.
It’s not impossible Raymond would cause a scene at Mr. Wilmar’s funeral.
After all, this family would do such things!
Sadam Vinson strained his ears, trying to catch what was being shouted outside, and heard someone say.
"The Maybelissa Group’s people are here."
"It seems to be Khendy Lordon."
"Rumored to be the behind-the-scenes boss of Maybelissa?"
"Isn’t this person supposed to always be in the Illegal Zone, as mysterious as the Red Alliance’s Sun, who would’ve thought so young."
Sadam Vinson himself was part of The Ninth Institute, more knowledgeable about the Illegal Zone than others.
Upon hearing Maybelissa and Khendy Lordon, he immediately became alert and cautiously spoke to the man beside him: "Why would Khendy Lordon come here? Does he have ties with Mr. Wilmar?"
"No idea." Amadeus squinted, eyes harboring danger.
Khendy Lordon was profoundly shrewd, with his influence in the Illegal Zone so vast, it was said he ruled it completely, worthy of being called its king (Emperor).
Maybelissa Group was additionally an international conglomerate, dealing in both legitimate and illicit businesses, with more focus on the legitimate side.
