Chapter 478: Recognizing Nathalie Quinlan_1

The light outside the private room was dim, and he walked to a quiet corner, making sure there was no background noise. Amadeus Yancey took out his phone, his eyelids drooping, his lashes casting a shadow over his deep and profound eyes in the light.

He opened the chat and saw the last message, which was Nathalie Quinlan's recent reply to him, just two words without even a punctuation mark, showing how casually she replied at the time.

Amadeus Yancey checked the time she replied.

Two minutes ago.

She must have just gotten off the airplane and turned on her phone.

His lips curved slightly, and his gaze dropped as his long and pale fingers flipped through the phone book to find the contacts starred at the very top and dialed the number.