The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1437: Dream Shattered

The hesitation that had just emerged in her heart vanished in an instant, and she reverted to her previous cold demeanor, saying to her faintly, "You didn’t invite Nathalie to come, so Amadeus and the others definitely won’t come either, you should think about it yourself."

Nathalie, Nathalie, Nathalie...

Caryn Zachmann grasped her phone tightly, her face contorted with jealousy and anger.

She just couldn’t understand.

She was joining the Pharmaceutical Association; she was going to acknowledge a big shot as her godmother, so why did she still have to behave according to Nathalie’s face color?

If Nathalie didn’t come, would Sadam and the others really not come either?

Caryn took a deep breath, the color on her face still quite bad: "...I know, I’ll think about it again."

She didn’t want to tangle with Audrick any longer, coldly said: "Hanging up, brother."

After Caryn ended the phone call, she placed her phone in front of her eyes again, flipping through her WhatsApp, pondering over it, then lowered her head and sent a message to Amadeus Yancey.

*

Beijing Capital Airport, domestic arrivals at T1 Terminal.

Sadam and the others had just retrieved their luggage and walked out.

Alfred had arranged a car.

The black Hongqi Sedan was spacious and comfortable to sit in, with the air conditioner running fully, at a very cool temperature.

Nathalie sat on the left side of the back seat.

Her cap was pulled down extremely low, she almost wanted to take off her Duckbill Cap and cover her face with it, her pair of beautiful black eyes were half-open and half-squinting at this moment, extremely tired.

Tired.

The flight from McKinney to Beijing took three and a half hours.

It also took some time on the road, she hadn’t slept for almost a whole day now, and her eyelids were drooping, desperately wanting to curl up in the back seat and take a nap.

Unfortunately, Sadam kept jabbering away trying to find topics along the way.

He hadn’t stopped for the entire four to five hours.

"Amadeus, are we having dinner together tonight? What do you all feel like eating?"

"We just had hot pot for lunch, how about something light for dinner?"

"Imperial Hotel or Rivendell?"

"Nathalie..."

Upon hearing him bring the topic back to her again, Nathalie’s brain was aching.

Her slender fingers tugged at the brim of her hat, then pulled the Duckbill Cap further down, in a complete ’do not call me’ manner.

Nathalie’s voice was very hoarse, pressing down a floating binding melancholy: "I have to go to the nursing home, don’t worry about me, have dinner by yourself tonight."

"Why are you going to the nursing home?" Sadam scratched his head and then realized: "Ah, are you going to see Mr. Zachmann?"

"Mm."

Nathalie’s voice was extremely low.

Exceedingly lazy and tired.

Sadam didn’t even notice, and continued chirping, "I haven’t seen Mr. Zachmann in a long time either, let’s go together!"

Nathalie: "..."

"We’ll accompany you to the nursing home, and after we come back, we’ll go eat." Sadam said cheerfully, his handsome face full of vibrant energy, those thick eyebrows and big eyes were practically clueless!

At this moment.

The man sitting next to Nathalie moved.

Noticing the thin T-shirt and exposed slender arm on the girl, he reached out to open the car window, letting the natural wind from outside blow in.

Amadeus Yancey then slowly retracted his hand, briefly interrupted Sadam’s words: "Go have dinner at your own home tonight, no one will eat with you."

"Amadeus, do you have to be so cruel..."

Before Sadam could finish speaking, Amadeus gave him a sharp look, and he wisely closed his mouth.

During this rare moment of silence in the four hours, without his chattering voice, the car interior suddenly grew much quieter.

Nathalie enjoyed the natural wind blowing in from outside, breathing easier now without Sadam muttering in her ear.