Chapter 2343: The Attitude of the Conferences Alliance...

Nathalie Quinlan looked at the pile of food in her bowl, rubbed her temples, and raised her eyes, saying: "Do you think I’m a glutton?"

Amadeus Yancey raised his eyebrows, curled his thin lips, and elegantly handed over a plate of digestive fruit preserves: "Don’t worry, I won’t despise you."

Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t said a word yet.

Candice Yancey saw the two whispering, remembered something, and called the waiter, loudly asking Nathalie, "Nathalie, would you like some porridge?"

Amadeus Yancey threw Nathalie a ’See?’ look.

Nathalie Quinlan was silent, faced with Candice’s enthusiasm, she pursed her lips, slowly picked up her chopsticks, coughed, and said: "Mrs. Yancey, I’ve almost eaten enough, I don’t need porridge."

Candice Yancey turned her head and still asked the waiter to bring Nathalie a serving of Tremella soup, and turned back with a smile, saying to Nathalie: "Okay, we don’t eat too much at night, I’ll order you some Tremella soup, you drink a little to nurture the stomach."

Nathalie Quinlan’s temples suddenly twitched, and under Candice’s expectant gaze, she slowly picked up her chopsticks: "Thank you, Mrs. Yancey."

After the waiter brought the Tremella soup Candice ordered, Nathalie Quinlan was just worried about how she’d eat it.

At this moment, Amadeus Yancey reached over a hand to snatch the bowl away, and casually said to Candice: "I happen to feel like eating Tremella."

Candice Yancey glared at him in annoyance: "Can’t you order on your own if you want to eat?"

Amadeus Yancey responded with a lazy attitude, very relaxed: "Oh, I’m used to freeloading."

Candice Yancey was choked by his words, unable to find anything to say back.

Time passed second by second.

Quickly, half an hour had passed.

Shania Yancey checked the time on her watch, showing an ’I knew it’ expression, about to remind everyone that half an hour had passed.

"It seems like the time is up, the person you mentioned..."

She hadn’t finished speaking.

The box door was knocked.

Fredy Yancey’s eyelid jumped, instinctively looking in Nathalie Quinlan’s direction. Seeing no sign of impatience on her face, rather a calm demeanor, he felt reassured.

So he spoke towards the outside: "Come in."

"Sorry to disturb you." The outsider was very polite.

Only after Fredy Yancey spoke did he genteelly push the door open and come in.

Fredy Yancey was a bit surprised upon hearing the person’s voice.

Soon he saw the man pushing the door open and entering.

The man was in his forties, with blonde hair and blue eyes, looking very gentle, still wearing a dark green suit, seemingly rushed from a formal occasion without even having had time to change.

This man wasn’t only recognized by Fredy Yancey, but Shania Yancey also knew him.

She stood up from her seat in shock, exclaiming: "President Simon?"

Simon Grayson scanned the box, his gaze pausing slightly on Amadeus Yancey with a hint of doubt.

But he didn’t have time to think about it too much, soon he fixed his sight on Nathalie Quinlan sitting there eating.

"Ms. Quinlan." Simon completely ignored Fredy Yancey and Shania Yancey, quickly walked over to Nathalie, warmly greeted: "Ms. Quinlan, since you have time why didn’t you let me know, if I had known you were coming to the Intercontinental for a meal, I would have arranged everything ahead."

He seemed not to notice Mr. Yancey and Candice at all, just glanced at everyone in the box, and then turned to Nathalie, saying: "Ms. Quinlan, would you like to move to the next box? Besides me, there are members from the Arbitration Alliance and a few other leagues who want to meet you."