The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1815: Why Don’t You Go to Jail for Her?

Because they are family... because Caryn Zachmann is still young, Bernard Ingram can stand here and justifiably tell her to help Caryn Zachmann.

Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze was indulgent, coldly falling on Bernard Ingram. She moved slightly, licked her dry lips—a rather restless gesture—and then tried to bypass Amadeus Yancey to confront the Zachmann family’s relatives.

"Let me."

Just as Nathalie Quinlan was about to walk out, she felt someone unexpectedly grab her left arm and pull her back.

The corner of her eye arched upwards, and the rebellious aura in her dark eyes had yet to settle.

Then she saw Amadeus Yancey pull her back, turn around, and face Bernard Ingram and the group of relatives behind him. He then straightened his elegantly bent long leg.

A cold, solemn look sent a piercing chill down the spines of the large group of Zachmann family relatives.

The oppressive force of Amadeus in Beijing wasn’t just talk.

Bernard Ingram knew that the young man with Nathalie Quinlan was not someone she could provoke. She instinctively shrank her neck, and her incessantly babbling mouth shut up.

After all, they were outside Mr. Zachmann’s hospital room.

Amadeus Yancey hadn’t planned to do anything to the Zachmann family’s relatives. Today, he wore a trench coat over a black thin sweater. The fitted clothes made him look especially charming, and his tall figure, standing there, exuded a poised and exceptional aura.

Noble yet intimidating.

He simply raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes glancing at Bernard Ingram, scaring her into a shiver, then lazily opened his mouth: "If you care so much about Caryn Zachmann, why don’t you go to prison for her?"

Bernard Ingram’s mouth opened as she instinctively backed away: "I, how can I go to prison for her, this matter..."

"As long as you say you’re willing to go to prison for her, I’ll help you smooth things over, guarantee that you get in, and she comes out unscathed."

Amadeus Yancey squinted slightly, appearing refined and handsome, like a reasonable person.

Yet every word was like a knife scraping Bernard Ingram’s weak spot.

"Didn’t you say it yourself?" Seeing Bernard Ingram not speaking, Amadeus Yancey lazily glanced at the old lady not far away who had previously spoken sarcastically and said courteously: "After all, Caryn Zachmann is still young; I remember that’s how you initially put it."

Bernard Ingram was completely lost for words this time.

She didn’t dare to speak.

What could she say?

If she were to go to prison for Caryn Zachmann, could she really agree to it? Once inside, all because of the mess Caryn Zachmann caused, she’d spend her late years in prison.

Seeing Bernard Ingram falter and not dare to respond, Amadeus Yancey’s gaze wandered afar, subtly sweeping over the other Zachmann relatives, who all didn’t dare breathe, quickly lowering their presence, fearing they’d be named.

"Ha." Amadeus Yancey let out a light laugh, finding it rather boring, and withdrew his gaze, his tone swiftly turning cold: "Since you yourselves can’t do it, why do you expect Nathalie Quinlan to do it? Does she owe you?"

The Zachmann relatives have got it wrong; the Zachmann family owes Nathalie Quinlan, not the other way around!

At this moment, none of the Zachmann family’s relatives dared to speak, and Bernard Ingram was even more embarrassed, wishing she could dig a hole and hide.

Amadeus Yancey might have been targeting others, but because she spoke up first, hers was the most bruised face.

She lowered her head, hardly daring to make a sound, increasingly regretting her impulse to stand up for Caryn Zachmann earlier.