Chapter 807: Nathalie: Is it my turn?

"I understand," Amadeus Yancey said, his eyes betraying a cold, sharp gleam, though his voice remained indifferent, revealing no emotions. "I'll be right there."

Simon Cadwell did not dare to delay and quickly responded, "Mr. Yancey, I will also rush over as soon as possible. Don't worry, I've already spoken to the police station about Ms. Quinlan's matter; they won't give her a hard time."

"Mm."

Amadeus Yancey ended the phone call.

He hadn't even put down his phone when the man in the passenger seat eagerly asked him, "Amadeus, how is it, Nathalie is alright, isn't she?"

"She's at the police station, the specifics are still unknown," Amadeus Yancey put his phone aside, trying to suppress his anger as he spoke.

"Damn, how did she end up at the police station?" Audrick Zachmann irritably ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes bloodshot, muttering to himself, "She couldn't have gotten hurt, could she?"