Free Web NovelChapter 2177: Chapter 2177: Nathalie: Yandor Sect Conference Today?
Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t help but tug at the brim of her duckbill cap and asked Alfred Garland, who had just closed the car door beside her, "...Is there a Yandor Sect gathering today?"
Alfred locked the car, glanced back, shook his head in confusion, looking even more perplexed than her: "No, I don’t think so. It’s not a special day today..."
Nathalie Quinlan put both hands in her pockets, glanced at the people going in, half-narrowed her eyes, feeling a bit irritated: "Then why are there so many people at the villa?"
Alfred scratched his head: "Probably called by Amadeus."
Nathalie had nothing to say, raising her hand to rub her brow, she said with some helplessness, "He’s back?"
Alfred nodded, very honestly reported Amadeus Yancey’s schedule to her: "Amadeus arrived at two in the afternoon, he’s been back for half the day now."
Amadeus Yancey went out yesterday afternoon, and didn’t return at night.
Nathalie also didn’t know where he went.
At noon, she actually received a message from someone, telling her to come back after finishing her experiment in the afternoon, not to go out for dinner.
As Nathalie was walking inside the villa, she kept pondering what happened, why were so many people from the Yandor Sect gathering here.
The four-story villa was very spacious, with an understated and restrained Chinese-style decor. The furnishings inside were all made of padauk wood, appearing modest yet not lacking in luxury.
As soon as Nathalie entered, she saw quite a few people in the living room.
Old and young, the living room was crowded.
Each person exuded an aura of unwavering seriousness, identical to the aura she felt the first time she met Vincent and Zed Moore.
Nathalie could almost conclude these were the main figures responsible for the Yandor Sect.
Zed and Vincent Moore were also inside.
Vincent seemed to sense something, and while others gathered around the sofa, he turned his head to glance.
Immediately, he spotted the girl who had just come in from outside.
Vincent immediately, respectfully called out: "Qiao, Ms. Quinlan, you’re back."
"Ms. Quinlan’s back?" Zed heard the commotion, asked, then followed his glance, indeed seeing Nathalie and Alfred had returned.
He didn’t even have time to greet her.
Suddenly, there was a stir in the living room, and a small child squeezed out from the bustling crowd, the next second rushing straight into the girl’s embrace.
Nathalie was quick to react, swiftly catching him.
’Thud’.
The small figure crashed firmly into her arms, looking up, his face—a unique handsome visage of the Yancey Family—overflowing with undisguised joy, his large eyes blinking, his face filled with grievance, almost about to cry, called out softly: "Sister."
His sweet call of "sister" caused the jaws of the dozens of Yandor Sect men in the living room to almost drop.
After all, not long ago when their boss had them come to meet this little young master, although this young master seemed small in age, he was extremely calm and composed.
There were so many of them gathered here, each introducing themselves to him.
He maintained a stoic face the entire time, head lowered, playing with his electric gaming console, occasionally glancing at them, showing no signs of fear.
Remember, these people were the kind who lived on the edge of danger, risking their lives.
Even though they tried to tone down their wild, rugged aura, an ordinary child would probably be frightened to tears upon seeing them.
Edric Yancey not only didn’t cry, he wasn’t quite afraid of them; on the contrary, he showed a remarkably eccentric, solitary, and indifferent demeanor, not at all like a child of his age should be.
