The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 259: Society, your sister Nathalie_1

The private room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Indeed.

After all, Nathalie Quinlan had never said who the person in the video was from beginning to end. It was Ghania Quinlan who kept talking, one moment claiming the video was fake, the next saying she was framed.

Nathalie Quinlan continued to drop bombshells, "As for the blurry face in the video you mentioned."

With each word Nathalie said, Ghania clenched her fingers tighter.

"Now, with computer technology so advanced, just find someone who knows computers to check it, and you can enhance the person’s facial features and voice in the video. If you think the person I found is not reliable, you can find someone yourself."

She paused, shattering all of Ghania’s illusions.

"Oh, right, I’ve backed up the audio. If the one in my hand is broken, I have as many copies as I want in my email!"

So there was no hope for Ghania and her family to find someone to ’accidentally’ delete the video due to an operational error.

"Mom..." This time Ghania really started to panic, tugging at the corner of Emilia Sullivan’s clothes.

Emilia Sullivan took a deep breath, her eyes on Nathalie Quinlan so full of hate she seemed ready to devour her, "Nathalie, what on earth do you want to do!"

Wasn’t it enough that she’d embarrassed them today? Why was she so insistent on targeting Ghania? Was she that jealous and begrudging of Ghania’s well-being?

"Nothing much." Nathalie Quinlan’s dark pupils met her angry gaze, wild in her eyes but expressionless on her face, she replied casually, "I want one of her legs!"

I want one of her legs!

*

Meanwhile, in another private room.

Silvania Ingram was chatting with Owen Yapiter and others, and Audrick Zachmann also joined in, creating a lively atmosphere.

Amadeus Yancey sat in a corner seat, with a sickly little fellow next to him, both dressed in blue clothes. The two of them, one large and one small, had particularly striking facial features, and one could vaguely see a resemblance.

"Why hasn’t sister come back yet?" In front of Edric Yancey was a glass of orange juice. He held the glass, shaking his head from side to side, looking around restlessly.

Then he turned back to look at the door.

Muttering to himself, "Sister’s been out for almost half an hour, could she have gotten lost?"

Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow, his black pupils giving him a glance, not understanding what was on that little mind of his all day.

Did he think Nathalie was as directionally challenged as he was?

Even if Nathalie were directionally challenged, how big could Waterfront Pavilion be to lose people in it?

"Little uncle, what if sister can’t find her way? Shouldn’t you give her a phone call?"

"..." Amadeus Yancey glanced at him, too lazy to bother, and dismissed him callously, "No."

"But she’s been out so long and hasn’t come back, I’m worried she’s lost. If she’s lost, we should go pick her up."

Edric Yancey babbled on and on, and seeing him unresponsive, he persisted, moving closer again with his little hand grabbing the corner of his clothes, his big eyes looking imploringly innocent.

"Heh." Amadeus Yancey, upon hearing this, leaned back in his chair, resting against the chair back with a mocking retort, "Since you’re worried, why don’t you call her yourself?"

"..."

"When you sent her selfies earlier, you seemed pretty good with the phone. Don’t tell me you suddenly forgot how to make a phone call."

"..." Edric Yancey pursed his beautiful lips tightly, letting go of the cloth, his expression less adorable by the second, staring at him for a long time, then said softly, "You’re just jealous!"

Alfred Garland, who was sitting beside him looking after him, heard this while he was drinking tea, listening to others’ conversation. Suddenly, he choked on the water, coughing violently.