Chapter 637: Amadeus Hasn't Sent a Message in Two or Three Days_1

"When do you plan to go back to McKinney?" Shawn Norton, who had been busy all day, seemed a bit tired, his expression showing weariness, but his eyes were still bright and sharp, visibly happy from within.

Nathalie Quinlan sat beside him, her hand swirling a glass, not filled with wine but with Cola. The bubbles in the Cola fizzed upwards, which at a glance looked very much like red wine.

After taking a sip, the carbonation uncomfortable, she put down the glass and said slowly, "Tomorrow, I guess."

Nathalie remembered that Alfred Garland hadn't replied to her messages in the last two days, nor had he sent her any. Something in her heart constantly kept vigil, leaving her unsettled here in Beijing, but she couldn't pinpoint what she was dwelling on, only feeling anxious and restless every time she thought about not hearing from Alfred, unable to calm down.

"Tomorrow morning," she considered for a moment, then provided a more precise time.