The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1797: Amadeus: Nathalie, I’ll Be Back the Afternoon After Tomorrow

"Mr. Heburn?" Zevaney Kingsley saw him daydreaming, slightly narrowed her eyes, and called him again.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table.

She looked impatient.

After all, incidents had consecutively happened in Inderia and the Illegal Zone, and she had practically lost two arms in this ordeal, suffering heavy losses. She still didn’t know how to explain this to her family when she returned.

She was already overwhelmed, with a pile of messes waiting for her to clean up.

Zevaney naturally lacked patience, "Have you thought it through?"

Riandy Heburn looked at her, unable to express his difficulties, afraid to offend her, he could only take a deep breath, nodding stiffly, "I understand. Ms. Kingsley, I’ll find a way to talk to Nathalie Quinlan."

*

Zevaney Kingsley flew off in the evening.

Riandy Heburn said he would talk to Nathalie Quinlan, but in reality, he was helpless in the face of the situation and couldn’t come up with a good plan for the moment.

After all, he never thought he would have to humble himself and apologize, nor did he consider leaving a way out for the Zachmann Family.

He had pushed things to the extreme.

Trying to mend things now was no easy task.

...

On the other side.

Nathalie Quinlan went to the hospital to visit Mr. Zachmann in the afternoon, the old man hadn’t awakened yet, but his physical indicators were more stable compared to before.

Leonardy Zachmann, however, had awakened.

But Nathalie didn’t go to see him. She only inquired privately when she ran into Winston Sullivan.

When she returned to Rhine, it was just six in the afternoon.

She dropped her bag, took a shower in her room, and as she was heading downstairs to get some water, she received a phone call from someone in Inderia.

Nathalie was holding the mug, just taking a sip of water, when she looked down and saw Amadeus Yancey’s name on the caller ID.

She slightly lowered her eyelashes, set the mug aside, walked to the sofa, found a comfortable position, and answered the video call.

The video connected quickly.

The Internet speed was decent.

Nathalie didn’t like the camera facing her directly, so she shifted the phone slightly to the left, placing it on the tea table not far away, resting her hand, her brows slightly irritable, waiting for the person on the other end to speak first.

Amadeus Yancey, knowing her habit, had deep eyes and smiled with a good mood, speaking in a low, charming voice, "Nathalie, how is Mr. Zachmann’s recovery?"

Nathalie lifted her short hair that covered her brow bone, casually resting her hand down, nonchalantly: "Okay, he hasn’t woken up yet."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Professor Sullivan said he will wake up in a couple of days, but we don’t know the exact time. I’ve informed the hospital doctors to call me as soon as he wakes up."

"Alright."

The man on the other end was extraordinarily handsome, his posture relaxed, and from his background, it was evident he was at home too; the blue and white porcelain vase behind the leather sofa was particularly striking.

Nathalie had seen that vase while video chatting with him in Inderia before; it seemed to be a stronghold of their Yandor Sect.

She couldn’t help but glance at it, her beautiful black eyes deep in thought. After a while, she frowned and suddenly said, "I heard Yandor Sect took out several of the Kingsleys Family’s strongholds, causing chaos in Inderia?"

"Tch." The man on the other end, with his pine-like posture, shifted slightly, changing his pose, elegantly and lazily speaking, "Who told you that?"

Amadeus Yancey smiled slightly, lazily adding, "Not total chaos, but a few people in the Kingsleys Family were quite upset."

Like Zevaney Kingsley’s lineage.

He then looked at the girl on the other end of the phone, his gaze affectionate, his voice as gentle as a March breeze, "Nathalie, I’ll be back the afternoon after tomorrow."