Chapter 2493: Is That... Medicine in Her Plastic Bag?

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him briefly, silently withdrawing her gaze, her dark lashes beautifully lowered, lips slightly pressed.

She was still holding that plastic bag she had picked up from who knows where, exuding an air of casual nonchalance: "Twenty is still a long way off."

Amadeus Yancey looked at her, lips curling slightly: "Three months will be over quickly."

Uh-huh~

Nathalie Quinlan was left speechless by his words, shifted her gaze, indifferent.

"Ding," just then the elevator doors opened, and they had reached the floor they were heading to.

Nathalie Quinlan stepped out of the elevator first, used the room card to open the door, walked in and placed the plastic bag she was holding on the table, opened the fridge door, and asked the person behind her: "Cola or mineral water?"

"Mineral water." Amadeus Yancey followed her in, glanced at the plastic bag the girl had casually tossed onto the table.

Nathalie Quinlan had the most ordinary plastic bag, with its opening loose at the moment, revealing a corner of medication inside.

Medicine?

Amadeus Yancey looked with a slight eyebrow raise, a bit surprised to find medication inside.

Nathalie Quinlan had already taken a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and tossed it to him. Amadeus Yancey caught it steadily.

She nonchalantly opened a can of ice-cold Cola she wanted to drink and ambled towards the single sofa by the window.

"I’m going to visit the Royal Family in a couple of days."

Amadeus Yancey leaned against the chair, not sitting, holding the bottle of water Nathalie Quinlan had tossed to him without unscrewing the cap. Upon hearing this, he lifted his eyelids, his eyes deep-set and serene: "Are you planning to barge in and find Khendy Lordon?"

"... How could I be."

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him, took a sip of Cola, her jet-black hair slightly drooping to cover her facial features, casually said: "I found out they have an ancestor who is ill, and I plan to enter with a physician’s identity."

"The Hidden Family is behind the Kingdom of Medirian, and I can’t confront them directly, so I plan to first go in and see what’s happening inside." She raised her hand slightly, her actions quite indifferent.

Amadeus Yancey knew she didn’t plan to barge in, so he relaxed. His facial features were just the right amount of refined, paired with his eternally lazy and casual demeanor, always imparting an aristocratic ease: "When do you plan to mix in?"

Nathalie Quinlan leaned against the sofa back, her gaze distant, somewhat distracted. Then she snapped back: "The day after tomorrow, I guess."

Tomorrow she needs to see Valencia Jett.

*

Meanwhile.

In a secluded corner of the Royal Family’s palace, someone knocked on the door to deliver a meal to the person inside.

The Royal Family’s servant placed the exquisitely prepared meal down, addressing the man temporarily confined in a respectful manner: "Mr. Lordon, please enjoy your meal."

The lavish palace room was exceedingly extravagant, besides the European-style court decorations, there were also famous paintings from various countries hanging on the walls.

Khendy Lordon sat by the fireplace, his expression detached, raising his hand: "Leave."

"Mr. Lordon, please take your time." The Royal Family’s servant dared not even glance at him, silently exited, and did not forget to close the door on her way out.

Khendy Lordon waited until she left before critically eyeing the steak and truffle caviar brought to the table, along with a bottle of unopened red wine.

Beneath his feet lay a carpet worth a fortune, the soft fabric top-notch outside with a price hard to come by... yet here it indulgently covered the room’s entirety, revealing the owner’s opulent lifestyle, as well as the importance placed on Khendy Lordon!

Except for lacking freedom, Khendy Lordon’s every request here is met by someone.