The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1242: Sadam Vinson: My leg cramped

Inside the Rhine apartment.

The apartment’s understated luxury décor emanates a reserved elegance, with paintings on the walls being worthy of a collector’s collection.

However, there is no furniture with brand logos throughout the apartment, and the bright green plants are just ordinary varieties. The flowers are in full bloom, with the delicate phalaenopsis orchids in the living room bar stretching their slender stamens, giving off an artistic ambiance under the shadow of the lamps.

Nathalie Quinlan went upstairs to take a shower and changed clothes before coming down.

Downstairs were Brian Bonette and Sadam Vinson.

As she descended the stairs, her phone started ringing. Nathalie paused for a moment, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and casually looked at it.

Audrick Zachmann was calling.

Without hesitation, she answered, her voice carrying the subtle haze of having just showered: "Hey, second brother, what’s up?"

Sadam Vinson, who had been talking to Brian Bonette, turned as if he had seen a ghost upon hearing the girl naturally call brother.

"Whoa, did I just hear Nathalie call someone brother? Am I deaf or something?"

Alfred Garland handed him a bottle of Evian water from the fridge and placed it in front of him, expressionless: "Mr. Vinson, your ears are fine. I also heard Ms. Quinlan call him brother. It should be a call from Mr. Zachmann."

Sadam Vinson moved his lips as if he wanted to say ’Of course, I know it’s a call from Audrick Zachmann.’

He looked over at Nathalie Quinlan, his expression revealing curiosity and disbelief—he mainly wanted to know when Nathalie and Audrick Zachmann became so close? What did Audrick do to make Nathalie willingly call him brother?

It’s worth noting that Nathalie always treated Audrick well and respected him, but not like now, with a tone of intimacy in her phone call with Audrick.

He glanced at Alfred Garland.

Alfred immediately shrugged his shoulders at him, with a look of innocence: "Mr. Vinson, don’t look at me, I don’t know anything. If you want to know, you can ask Amadeus."

The man sitting next to him on the sofa turned his elegant and charming face upon hearing this, his deep eyes seemingly harboring a bottomless pool of water, his voice low and alluring: "Don’t ask me, I don’t know either. If you want to know, you can ask Nathalie directly."

Sadam Vinson quickly declined: "I’m not asking Nathalie, I’d be crazy to ask. I’m not a gossipmonger."

Alfred Garland’s mouth twitched, his expression immediately becoming complex, wanting to chime in nearby: Mr. Vinson, actually, if you looked in the mirror, you could be!

Fortunately, Sadam Vinson didn’t hear his thoughts and didn’t notice Alfred Garland’s suddenly rich facial expressions.

Sadam Vinson’s attention was all on the girl.

Just as the girl walked over from the stairs to where they were sitting, she casually picked up a bottle of Evian water, twisted the cap off, and started drinking.

After taking a sip, she placed the water back near her mouth, even more relaxed and free than the few men present, glancing at them out of the corner of her eye. Sadam Vinson immediately sat up straight, his posture as rigid as if he were a student caught by a teacher daydreaming in class.

He suddenly sat upright, causing Brian Bonette beside him to frown and lift his hand, pushing up the frame of his glasses as he asked: "Sadam Vinson, what’s with you, all jumpy?"

"..."

Sadam Vinson then realized he might have overreacted, feeling a bit awkward and somewhat guilty as he touched his earring on his earlobe, brushing it off casually: "Leg cramp."

Brian Bonette: "You’re sitting here perfectly fine, and you got a leg cramp????"