The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 303: Your Husband and Son_1

Even buying clothes could get someone asked if they want to be a model.

With such looks and body, wrapped in an aura of pride and nobility nurtured by the Yancey family, this man bowed his head and moved with delicate care, simply wishing to place a hairpin on a girl...

And the girl standing in front of him was equally extraordinary, her rebellious spirit not overshadowed in the least.

The pair standing together looked so much like a scene from a romantic drama series!

My God, fairy-tale love!

A sales associate sneakily pulled out her phone and snapped a couple of photos.

By then, Amadeus Yancey had finally managed to secure the hairpin for her and stepped back like a gentleman.

"There we go,"

His eyes, pressing back the fiery blood within, dark and inscrutable, reflected only the shadow of the girl before him in his pupils. His thin lips curved into a smile as he complimented her, "Looks very nice."

Nathalie Quinlan: ...

Nice was nice, why did he have to smile at her.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the heat rising within her.

Then she heard the sales associate, unable to hide her envious tone, say, "Yes indeed, miss, your husband is right, this dress suits you perfectly. It’s my first time seeing someone who can wear it so well, as if it’s tailor-made! Coupled with the hairpin your son gave you, it really looks super nice! Even prettier than a female star!"

The terms ’her husband’ and ’son’ flowed out so naturally.

No wonder she was mistaken.

It wasn’t that Nathalie Quinlan looked old.

It’s mainly because people nowadays know how to maintain their youth, especially those luxury brand female customers with superior family conditions, who have few worries and are willing to spend money on their maintenance, many of whom look younger than their actual age.

She thought Nathalie Quinlan didn’t look old, but judging by the man and the child’s approach, aside from a family of three, she couldn’t fathom any other possibility!

As for the child calling someone ’sister’...

That wasn’t strange at all.

Many young mothers don’t want others to find out they have children, so when they are outside, they like to have their children refer to them as ’sister’, which is an intimate little nickname between parent and child.

The more she looked, the more she believed that the high-valued family of three who visited her store today were remarkable, she couldn’t help but say, "Um, miss, if it’s convenient for you, may I take a photo of you all?"

Nathalie Quinlan had already been thunderstruck by ’her husband’ and ’son’, and seeing the eager expression on the sales associate’s face, she felt her temples throbbing.

Yet the sales associate, oblivious to her mistake, explained smilingly, "It’s just that I’ve never seen our brand’s clothes worn so beautifully before, and your son and husband have such high looks too, I thought I’d snap a photo to show my colleagues..."

Showing off is so much better with pictures than without!

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyebrows twisted, instinctively wanting to decline.

Then she heard both a grown-up and a child agree at the same time.

"Go ahead,"

"Sure."

Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow at the child who had agreed concurrently.

Edric Yancey also looked at him instantly.

Both saw the other’s intent in their gazes.

They then turned their heads away, pretending not to notice.

Only Alfred Garland, who had witnessed all this, twitched the corner of his mouth, his body betraying more honesty than his inner thoughts, as he too quietly took out his phone, ready.

If Amadeus and Ms. Quinlan were going to pose for a ’family of three’ picture,

how could he not save one, to send to Mr. Yancey later!

...

Nathalie Quinlan was almost coerced into taking the so-called ’family portrait’, and after the photo was taken, the sales associate even made a point of sending a copy to her.

Amadeus Yancey was off paying with Edric Yancey.

She looked at the bizarre yet oddly harmonious picture on her phone, stared for a few seconds, moved her finger away from the delete button, did not delete it, and saved the photo instead.

Just as she finished saving the photo, her phone screen lit up—