Chapter 4: Chapter 4: The Car at Least Two Million_1
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Nathalie Quinlan subtly avoided his reaching hand, always keeping a step behind him, her voice hoarse and casual, enunciating clearly, "I don't mind."
Audrick Zachmann stared at his empty hand, stunned for a moment, his gaze drifted to his seemingly frail little cousin, a hint of confusion passing through his eyes.
She dodged so swiftly, he hardly saw it clearly.
Audrick Zachmann thought it might have been an accident and didn't dwell on it, just as they reached the car door, he naturally reached out to open the rear door for her.
"It's hot outside, get in the car first."
Before coming out, Nathalie Quinlan didn't know what her biological parents were like, nor did she understand what they did; she had simply posted her information on a popular website for finding lost children called "Baby Come Home," and it wasn't long before someone contacted her.
The follow-ups were all handled by Jeff Quinlan. Ghania Quinlan had 'unintentionally' let slip to her that her parents were people from Hillwood Town, and they were teachers.
Nathalie Quinlan squinted towards the Phaeton under the sunlight, bathed in a halo, then withdrew her line of sight.
She was familiar with this model of car; Valent Tucker had told her about it—it started at 2 million yuan without extras.
This car had a sunroof; it was clearly the top configuration, which wouldn't cost less than 3.8 million yuan on the road.
Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows; Jeff Quinlan's Bentley that he got the year before last was only 5 million—the grandfather from her Hillwood County, who exactly was he?
As soon as she got in, the cool air brushed across her face, driving away the heat brought by the sun outside. Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the 'friend' who was supposed to dine with them that evening sitting in the car.
The other party appeared to be in his early twenties, with striking features—perhaps due to the slight upturn at the outer corner of his eyes, when he slightly raised his chin, his face seemed somewhat aloof. The clothes on his body, though brandless, were exquisitely crafted, fitting him as if tailor-made. The metal buttons shone iridescently without a single wrinkle; his eyes looked deep and lazy yet noble, making him seem difficult to approach.
Yet, on his wrist, he wore a string of Buddhist beads that exuded a calming aura, and a faint scent of sandalwood filled the car.
Does this person believe in Buddhism?
Audrick Zachmann, smiling outside the car door, introduced him, "Nathalie, this is Amadeus Yancey, my friend. Just call him Amadeus."
Nathalie Quinlan paused in her movement and glanced over.
The Phaeton was one of the more spacious models in its class, yet this man's long legs gave the illusion that there was hardly any place to put them, having to be slightly bent to fit.
Nathalie Quinlan felt an invisible gaze land on herself; she pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids—seemingly obedient yet indifferent as she softly called out 'Amadeus' and then found a place beside him to sit down.
On the other hand, Amadeus was prompted to lift his eyelids by her soft call of 'brother,' and a rare ripple disturbed the depth of his eyes.
His gaze fell on the quiet girl sitting at the edge beside him; her skin was white, very white, with a fine porcelain glaze.
Her eyelids were also thin, and as she looked out the car window, her curled lashes lifted as well, appearing diminutive and endearingly well-behaved!
...
Audrick Zachmann's driving was decent. With three people in the car, Audrick Zachmann seemed worried she'd feel awkward, occasionally striking up a conversation with her.
In passing, he subtly introduced her to his family's situation.
Only the man sitting next to her hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end.
But there he sat, like a resting lion, making his presence felt even without showing his claws.
The car swiftly reached their destination.
Waterfront Pavilion was located in the heart of McKinney City. On this inch of land worth its weight in gold, it seemed a loss not to build towering skyscrapers on every inch.
Yet Waterfront Pavilion stood in the most bustling area, owning vast garden landscapes, located in a prime spot yet peaceful amidst the chaos, securing its status as high-end and busy.
"I'll go park the car."
Audrick Zachmann parked at the entrance and said to the man in the car who had been silent, "Amadeus, the Waterind Room is reserved for us; take Nathalie inside first, I'll join right after I park."
Nathalie Quinlan heard a deep nasal voice beside her, a low and seductive tone as if whispering in her ear, "Let's go."
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