The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 208: Don’t Ask, It’s All Edric’s Fault_1

Fortunately, Amadeus’s uncle and their family still didn’t know that the "cabbage" they had just dug up couldn’t be kept anymore; if the old man found out, I guess it would burst his dog’s head.

"I didn’t even know..." He felt that the tone of his speech wasn’t sour, but to outsiders, it sounded incredibly bitter and resentful.

It was sourer than Shanxi mature vinegar spilled all over the place!

Nathalie Quinlan was originally focused on eating the food in her bowl, but upon hearing this, she looked up, her dark pupils somewhat puzzled: "Hmm? What photo?"

Audrick Zachmann’s mind was full of thoughts about the photo, and he hastily said: "It’s the photo of you wearing pajamas and holding a doll."

Ah, Nathalie remembered now, there was indeed such a matter.

But this wasn’t a good memory for her: "I remember now, there is such a photo."

Amadeus Yancey looked over in his direction, his eyes slightly lifted, leaning back in his chair, resting one arm on the table edge with a relaxed posture, staying silent.

The black thin sweater that Nathalie bought for him seemed tailor-made and fit him perfectly, outlining his smooth and enviable physique.

He looked so graceful!

So enticing!

It made Audrick Zachmann grind his teeth with envy, wishing he could take a sack and stuff him into it.

His heart soured, and with a tattling intent, he complained to Nathalie: "Nathalie, why did you only give Amadeus your solo photo, I don’t have any. If I hadn’t accidentally seen the photo on Amadeus’s phone screen saver, I wouldn’t have known you took a selfie for him."

Amadeus Yancey’s deep-set eyes narrowed slightly; his thin lips curved up a little. He glanced at the tattle-tale, thinking that the people around him were getting bolder lately.

Nathalie Quinlan frowned slightly, her expression a bit surprised as she looked at the man sitting beside her and asked in a slightly odd tone: "You set that photo as your screen saver?"

In such a situation, anyone else might have panicked, but he stayed composed, not even twitching an eyebrow, as he faced Nathalie straight on, with utmost frankness: "Yeah."

Audrick Zachmann clenched his teeth: "I knew it, I knew I wasn’t wrong."

Amadeus Yancey, leisurely leaning on the chair’s edge, looked at him with a half-smiling gaze and explained to Nathalie: "Edric often uses my phone to play games; he wanted your photo to be on the screen saver."

So that was it.

Nathalie had felt somewhat puzzled, a hot and flustered feeling almost surfacing again, but upon hearing his explanation, she instantly calmed down. She turned to Audrick Zachmann and said: "Edric gave me a gift a while ago, so I took a few photos for him. If he likes it, let it be; it’s not a big deal."

Audrick Zachmann: "..."

Ha ha!

His chest was about to explode with vexation, yet facing his sister’s calm and nonchalant eyes, he had a bellyful of complaints but just couldn’t spit out a word.

He couldn’t tell Nathalie that Amadeus had a marriage contract with her, that the guy was simply harboring ill intentions, nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Edric was merely a tool he used to lull her.

Beijing’s schemes were intricate and complex, and the Yancey Family was among the top of the elite. Countless ladies were eyeing Amadeus; the Zachmann Family was already reaching above their station. God knows whether Nathalie’s marriage contract would eventually come true; if the adults tacitly annulled the contract, and he had already told Nathalie, and then the contract fell through, wouldn’t it seem like they were throwing themselves at him?

He couldn’t say a damn thing!

Audrick Zachmann was dying of frustration.

*

In the rose garden, Ghania Quinlan dejectedly made her way back by cab.

Zayn Fisher was originally going to give her a ride, but he was firmly called away by Mrs. Fisher, forcing her to hail a taxi by the roadside.