She called the waiter to settle the bill.

Was just about to return to The First Research Institute.

Who knew that right when she stepped out of the coffee shop, she saw across the street, the girl hadn’t gone far, and had walked to a black sports car. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A man stood next to the sports car.

She saw from a distance; the young man was wearing a long black trench coat, his posture extraordinary, exuding a powerful aura, very eye-catching.

She saw him naturally take Nathalie Quinlan’s single shoulder bag and help her open the car door.

Soon after, the girl got into the car.

The man circled around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and got in as well.

Quickly, the black sports car disappeared at the corner, completely out of sight.

Violetta Hoffman stood there for a long time before recalling where she had seen that person—on the day Nathalie Quinlan went to The First Research Institute to sign up for the evaluation; she went to pick someone up, met someone who seemed to be him.

She remembered... that person is the guy’s boyfriend.

Confirmed by word of mouth.

Violetta walked back, going to find her car, simultaneously grabbing her phone, quickly sending a message in the group, sharing about the guy’s boyfriend picking someone up today.

Black Mandala has a separate small group.

Usually, everyone is silent in the group.

Today, Violetta bubbled up, and she posted gossip about Nathalie Quinlan.

The group became unusually active.

[Emma Gabehart: You saw it? How does he look?]

[Eric: Handsome!]

[Sadam Vinson: As handsome as me? o(╥﹏╥)o]

[Emma Gabehart: No picture, no truth, I don’t believe it! You send a picture, and I’ll believe you.]

Violetta glanced at the exhaust of the sports car running on the road, which had already disappeared without a trace, walked up to the car, opened the door, sat inside, plugged in the car keys, and leisurely replied in the group.

[Eric: The person has left without a shadow; don’t use reverse psychology, I can’t snap a photo. @Emma Gabehart]

The institute called again.

Violetta didn’t look at the group messages anymore, quit the group, stuffed the Bluetooth earphone into her ear, picked up: "I’ll be back soon."

She hung up the call, started the car, and headed to The First Research Institute.

*

On the other side.

Nathalie Quinlan was also in the car.

She hadn’t been in the car for long when she received a private message from Emma Gabehart.

Nathalie lowered her eyes to open it, only to see the daunting words above.

[Emma Gabehart: Boss, did you change your man? Violetta just said she saw your boyfriend drive to pick you up, and I recall you’re in Inderia, aren’t you? Did you dump that guy from the Illegal Zone last time?]

Nathalie rested her hand on the phone, speechless for a long time.

Earlier when she was in the Illegal Zone, she had Emma Gabehart send something to Amadeus Yancey.

Emma just ran into Sadam Vinson; she just left things at the doorstep and walked away, without seeing Amadeus Yancey.

Though she knew Nathalie intended the stuff for the other person inside the room.

So Emma always knew about the existence of Amadeus Yancey.

"Why are you continuously checking your phone?" Amadeus Yancey’s hand rested on the steering wheel, slender and balanced, the back of the hand without a hint of excess flesh, the knuckles clear and distinct, exceptionally beautiful.

While driving, he could still notice the girl’s every move, lowering his eyes, with tiny scattered lights in them, his thin lips drawing up, full of concentration, his face perfect to the extreme, unparalleled in beauty.

Nathalie decided not to reply, set the phone down, replied lazily: "A friend is asking about something."

"You’re not replying?" Amadeus Yancey raised an eyebrow.

Nathalie murmured, even more casually languid: "Ah, no reply. Not much to reply to..."

She didn’t want to cater to these people’s gossip urges; once she did, immediately her reply would be placed by them into the group.