The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1234: What’s wrong with him, one hundred thousand whys?
On the way, Nathalie Quinlan’s phone kept ringing, and when they arrived at the restaurant, the owner brought out freshly sliced lamb while the pot boiled with rich, thick bone broth.
Nathalie crossed her legs, holding her phone in one hand as she responded to messages.
Amadeus Yancey raised his hand to pour her a cup of strong tea, the tea leaves sinking and floating in the amber water. He brewed the tea, handed it over, and placed it in front of the girl, speaking gently: "Have some water before eating, it’s good for your stomach."
Nathalie had just finished replying to Audrick Zachmann’s message, reached out for the teacup, took a sip, and put the cup down.
Looking up, she asked him in surprise: "What kind of tea is this?"
"Silver Needle." Amadeus Yancey chuckled, handed her the chopsticks after blanching them in hot water: "Isn’t it less bitter than other teas?"
Nathalie sipped another mouthful, slowly placed the teacup on the table, and lazily responded with some arrogance: "Ah. I thought it tasted different from what I’ve had before."
"Yes, this is from the owner’s family tea plantation. He goes back every year during the tea harvest season to personally handle the picking and processing."
Nathalie lifted the teacup to sniff it, indeed greeted by the aroma of fresh tea leaves.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
Thinking to herself, no wonder, it’s new tea.
Many people focus on the variety of tea leaves, but regardless of how precious the tea is, fresh tea always tastes the best.
Upon hearing Amadeus say it was new tea, she leisurely took another sip like a cat, then put the cup down again.
Seeing her enjoy the tea here, Amadeus smiled, adopting a posture similar to Nathalie’s, but sitting slightly more upright: "The tea here is a special feature of the owner. Last time, it wasn’t the tea’s harvesting season, so you didn’t get a chance to try it."
As he spoke, the girl’s phone lit up again.
Nathalie relaxed her shoulder against the chair, her line of sight returning to the phone, picking it up and tapping to open the message.
This time, the WhatsApp message still came from the same person with the blank avatar.
No name.
Not even a single pinyin letter.
The nickname was completely blank.
Just a punctuation mark.
.:[You’re not someone who suddenly changes habits, I’ve heard you’ve meddled in a lot of things this year. Previously, you joined the college entrance exam, which I can understand, it was related to the Quinlan Family. So, why are you entering this world software competition now?]
Nathalie frowned after reading the message, feeling quite annoyed.
She had already replied, saying there was no particular reason, just did it on impulse.
Khendy Lordon insisted on asking endlessly!
What’s this problem?
Hundred thousand whys?
.:[I believe there’s a reason for everything, no one does something aimlessly. So, Nathalie, your reason for entering the competition?]
Nathalie furrowed her brows as she stared at the new message he sent, contemplating how to respond.
She pursed her glossy lips, and after a full minute, she finally replied to his message.
[QN: I want to be number one in the world.]
[QN: Is that reason sufficient?]
After sending the reply, the other side didn’t react, no new messages came, and she didn’t know if he saw her reply.
Having replied, Nathalie stopped looking at her phone, picked up chopsticks, and focused entirely on eating the lamb Amadeus had cooked and placed in her bowl.
