Chapter 878: So It's Sadam Vinson

Nathalie Quinlan squinted as a can of hot coffee was handed to her. When she looked up, she saw the slightly drooping hand of the man holding the coffee can, resembling the hands of a male model in an advertisement, long and with well-defined joints, without an ounce of excess flesh, pale and the nails neatly trimmed and rounded.

In short, pretty nice.

She had always liked looking at beautiful people or things, and she shamelessly watched for a while longer before reaching out languidly to take the coffee from his hand.

It was only after accepting it that she realized Amadeus Yancey had already pulled open the can for her, so all she had to do was drink. She pursed her lips slightly, in a fairly good mood, and took a small sip, her face still showing signs of fatigue, making it obvious she had not had enough sleep.