Chapter 2512: The Kingdom of Medirian Royal Family Comes Calling

Amadeus Yancey and Nathalie Quinlan both knew he was just shifting the blame, pushing all the mistakes onto the people below, and keeping himself clean.

Nathalie Quinlan put the jade in her pocket, stood up, and said to the two, "There’s nothing fun here, let’s go back."

"Agreed, let’s go back!" Sadam Vinson didn’t care to hear the Club Manager spout nonsense either and immediately agreed, picking up his phone to leave.

The Honeybees Club Manager felt disgraced, unable to figure out the origins of the three, especially Amadeus Yancey’s background.

He could only wipe the sweat off his forehead in tolerance, carefully smiling apologetically: "Tonight, we didn’t take good care of you. How about this, I’ll give each of you a VIP card."

He had his subordinates bring over the three pre-prepared VIP cards, personally walked over to Nathalie Quinlan, and in a younger voice said, "Please accept our apology."

Nathalie Quinlan kept her hands in her pockets, merely glanced at the VIP gold card held in front of her before looking away, saying lightly, "No need."

Sadam Vinson snorted disdainfully, also raising his hand to refuse: "I don’t need it either."

The Honeybees Club Manager stood there awkwardly, instinctively looking for help towards the last person.

Amadeus Yancey felt the gaze fall on him, raised an eyebrow somewhat surprised, exuding an aura that commanded authority without anger: "Do you think I would want your card?"

The Manager was embarrassed: "I am very sorry..."

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t want to listen to any of this, taking the lead to walk out: "I’ll go out and get some air."

"I’ll go with Nathalie." Sadam Vinson quickly followed her out.

Amadeus Yancey was left behind, and in a blink of an eye, he was the only one left in the room with the Manager.

Amadeus Yancey picked up his coat from the leather sofa, turned back, and paused for a second next to the Manager before leaving: "Go tell Felix Kingsley you’ve prepared to resign."

"..." The Honeybees Club Manager looked up in shock at this mysterious Eastern man, unable to conceal the turbulent waves in his heart!

Big boss?

But Amadeus Yancey left without looking back.

*

On the road in front of the club, Nathalie Quinlan pulled down her hat brim, leaning against the door as she looked down at her phone.

Her rare Eastern appearance and outstanding demeanor caught a lot of attention.

But she was completely indifferent.

At this moment, there was a ’ding’ on her phone, indicating a new text message. The sender’s number was very short, only six digits.

Before coming, Nathalie Quinlan had specifically investigated the Kingdom of Medirian’s Royal Family and knew this was the length used exclusively by members of the Royal Family.

She looked down casually and opened it to read.

The other party’s wording was very polite.

[Hello Dr. Quinlan, we are from the Kingdom of Medirian Royal Family. We would like to ask if you could come a day earlier, to visit the Royal Family tomorrow.]

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t answer immediately.

She dialed a number: "Did you give them my phone number?"

"What?" At Maybelissa’s villa, Valencia Jett had just cooked a bowl of noodles and put it on the table, holding the phone with her shoulder as she answered the girl’s call, not yet comprehending: "Gave it to who?"

"The Kingdom of Medirian Royal Family sent me a message, hoping I could go a day earlier to treat their sick elder." Nathalie Quinlan’s voice came through the night, slow and clear.

Valencia Jett put down the pot of newly cooked noodles, went back to turn off the stove, frowning as she said: "They sent you a message?"

"Damn!" Before Nathalie Quinlan could answer, she cursed softly: "I didn’t give your information to them, they must have found it themselves."