The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1301: Amadeus: Want a cigarette, shall we go outside to smoke?

He didn’t expect Amadeus Yancey to bring along a girl he had never heard of.

There are no shortage of well-known women in the IT field in the country.

A while back there was one at The Ninth Institute, named Phoebe Hoffman.

Later, he heard that Phoebe Hoffman went to jail, but he didn’t pay much attention to these matters and didn’t hear the specifics. In short, the only name he has heard among gifted women in this field domestically is Phoebe Hoffman’s.

Jeremiah Bonette bit into a cigarette, taking a fierce drag, burning most of the cigarette butt. He pulled over the ashtray with one hand, flicked the ash with his fingers, and said calmly, "Let’s wait and see."

Mr. Radcliff was left speechless by his remark, respecting his decision yet feeling anxious and afraid that Eagle Eye might escape overseas during the time they linger.

He sat down in annoyance, pulled a cigarette from the pack Jeremiah Bonette had on the table, lit it, and slumped back in the chair, not wanting to say a word.

...

Nathalie Quinlan entered and saw two people sitting in the private room.

The older man bore some resemblance to Brian Bonette, suggesting he might be a relative.

She heard Amadeus Yancey address the man as Uncle Jeremiah.

The man was around forty years old, with short hair, his appearance mature and rugged, with sharp eyes hiding an inner vitality.

Judging from his demeanor towards Amadeus Yancey, he seemed not to have a domineering personality, being at least friendly and cordial to familiar younger people.

Nathalie Quinlan pulled down her cap brim and squinted, noticing the man next to him. He was an ordinary-looking man, even somewhat sloppy, in his early thirties, with a thick stubble that must have gone unshaven for at least three days.

He also stood up with Jeremiah Bonette, but didn’t say a word throughout, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His face showed extreme displeasure, complexion ashen.

The way he looked at her was scrutinizing, as if she was provoking him, and he occasionally glared at her, almost writing impatience on his face.

Ha.

If it weren’t for the matter of Eagle Eye, she probably wouldn’t be here to endure cold stares.

Nathalie Quinlan smirked and stopped looking at him, pulling back her gaze, and followed Amadeus Yancey to sit on the chair opposite.

"This is..."

"My girlfriend, Nathalie Quinlan." After seating, Amadeus Yancey promptly placed a glass of lemon water before the girl.

Only then did he leisurely begin introductions to Jeremiah Bonette.

"Nathalie, this is Uncle Jeremiah, Brian Bonette’s uncle, who works in the criminal police squad."

Nathalie Quinlan greeted politely, "Hello, Uncle Jeremiah."

Jeremiah Bonette, watching her attempt to collect herself, couldn’t help but notice the undeniable wild streak in her demeanor, causing him to pause, "Hello."

While saying hello, he spoke to Amadeus Yancey, "About Eagle Eye..."

He couldn’t discern Amadeus Yancey’s intention of bringing his girlfriend, wasn’t it agreed on the phone to find an expert to trace Eagle Eye’s IP?

Jeremiah Bonette didn’t think Amadeus Yancey was someone who would joke about serious matters, but this time...

Jeremiah Bonette glanced at Nathalie Quinlan, silently flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, hesitantly asking, "Didn’t you say you would get someone to help me out?"

As an elder, he had no issues with his nephew’s friend’s girlfriend.

If it were another occasion where he first met Amadeus Yancey’s young girlfriend, he might even take her to a nearby mall for a greeting gift. But today, though more composed than Mr. Radcliff, he too felt a bit restless.

Amadeus Yancey didn’t rush to explain, he glanced at Mr. Radcliff beside him, dimming his gaze, his hand resting lazily on the table, "Want to smoke, go out and smoke?"