The Unveiling of Secret Queen

The airplane landed at Capital International Airport at five in the afternoon.

Nathalie Quinlan and her group got their luggage through a special channel and retrieved it within a few minutes.

As soon as they got off the plane.

Sadam Vinson was full of energy, dragging his own suitcase and quickly walking ahead of the two people, talking to Nathalie Quinlan, "Nathalie, my car is outside. You should come with me, I’ll have the driver send you back first."

Nathalie Quinlan looked in the direction he pointed, seeing a black, low-key off-road vehicle parked outside the terminal.

This group in Beijing is like this.

Cars are pretty low-key.

Their models are inconspicuous.

Whether it’s Sadam Vinson or Amadeus Yancey, they won’t get themselves a sports car worth millions, but prefer models like Phaeton and Range Rover instead.

Sadam Vinson’s car is a black Range Rover.

The top model costs around two million.

However, the license plate is quite flashy.

Amadeus Yancey’s license plate is Beijing.88888.

Sadam Vinson didn’t get an 88888, but also got a consecutive number.

Nathalie Quinlan estimated that the value of his license plate is nearly as high as the car, maybe even more expensive.

"222?" She half-closed her eyes, pulled down her sweater’s hood, her delicate brows and eyes looking quite casual, and slightly raised her chin.

Sadam Vinson scratched his head, "What 222?"

He looked up, followed the girl’s line of sight, and saw his own car. His face turned green as he hurriedly explained, blushing furiously, "Damn, you mean the license plate! Amadeus made me get that license plate. My original plate number was cooler than his; it’s just that I lost to him in poker, and he made me change to this."

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t wait for him to finish explaining, nodded quite seriously, and said to him, "Actually, this license plate suits you perfectly."

Like car, like owner.

Both are twos.

"What do you mean..." Sadam Vinson didn’t get it at first, but he’s not dumb, his brain moved quickly, and in no time understood Nathalie Quinlan’s meaning, feeling frustrated.

He looked at the girl with a hurt expression, held back for a long time before saying, "Nathalie, after spending so much time with Amadeus, you’ve become bad like him!"

In the past, Nathalie was so cool, even if he acted a little immature, Nathalie wouldn’t even bother to notice him.

Now her mouth is just like Amadeus’s... so darn sharp.

In the midst of Sadam Vinson’s agony, he finally thought of Alfred Garland and the others, turned his head to look back, "Why hasn’t Amadeus come over yet? They’re so slow."

Nathalie Quinlan also turned to look.

Alfred Garland walked a few steps ahead of them, and behind him, a strikingly handsome man walked slowly, holding a phone and talking on it the whole way.

Nathalie Quinlan was too far to see his expression clearly.

But could feel his bad mood.

...

A few meters away.

Amadeus Yancey has been listening to Simon Cadwell talking on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Yancey, Caryn Zachmann has run away."

Simon Cadwell was always in the McKinney police station before, because he chose the right side in the situation with Ivy Wilmar and Myles Sullivan trying to frame Nathalie Quinlan, he was soon transferred to Beijing, and now has slightly risen through the ranks, barely touching the edges of the Beijing circle.

So Simon Cadwell is very smart, he understands clearly why he is lucky.

He knows the Yancey family’s master is not the type to listen to nonsense, so he tries to sum up the matter simply.

"A month ago, Caryn Zachmann had symptoms of difficult breathing and coughing blood; she saw a doctor but didn’t get better."

"This morning, her mother and several prison guards took her to a specialized hospital for examination, but who knew she took the chance while going to the bathroom to escape."

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