The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 600: Chapter 600: Nathalie is a Hidden Big Shot_1

Lowie Wilmar hadn’t expected Caryn Zachmann to be here either. He returned her look with a ”sorry” expression, shrugged his shoulders, and wore a helpless look.

Nathalie Quinlan retracted her line of sight in a dogged manner and began to speak slowly, ”His identity isn’t that of a patient?”

Her words were indeed not wrong, Caryn Zachmann was momentarily choked by Nathalie’s rhetorical question.

”Ha.” Sadam Vinson found the girl more and more interesting, rebellious and arrogant, cold, cool, and with a sharp tongue.

She was just Amadeus’s type.

If it wasn’t for the presence of so many people, he’d have loved to pull out his phone and take a photo right away.

After Nathalie said her piece, she didn’t want to waste any more time. She turned her head, placed the acupuncture kit beside the bed with apparent casualness, and said to the young man next to her, ”I’m going to start preparing now, when do you plan to clear the room?”

”Clear the room now.”

Lowie Wilmar knew he had caused her quite a bit of trouble and didn’t delay any further. Saying it was doing it, he efficiently urged everyone in the room to go out.

Yonathan Wilmar was behind him, shouldering the responsibility.

Raymond Wilmar had nothing to say.

If she, from Room Two, remained silent, other Wilmar Family elders, even though annoyed by Room One’s family’s antics, were also unwilling to be the one to take the lead.

Although Room Two’s family was jumping around energetically, for so many years Yonathan had been more capable than Raymond. Most of the connections in Mr. Wilmar’s hands were in Yonathan’s.

It was only because Yonathan valued familial relationships and was soft-hearted that he tolerated Raymond, after her divorce, to bring her two children back to her maiden home, take the Wilmar surname, and hop about competing for inheritance.

All these people were crafty; none would provoke Yonathan and upset him during such a sensitive time.

*

A group of people rushed out, and just like that, two hours passed.

Two hours, and Mr. Wilmar’s door was still tightly shut, not a sound coming from inside.

No movement inside meant the outsiders couldn’t leave either.

Sadam Vinson, because he was quite interested in the person inside, managed to suppress his impatience, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited calmly on the side.

Govert Griffin, who had come with him, was getting a little restless. Turning around, he noticed that Mr. Vinson, who usually had the least patience of anyone, was holding it together so well today. Curious, he leaned in to chat, ”It’s been two hours, and the person still hasn’t come out. Mr. Vinson, do you think Ms. Zachmann’s cousin is really up for it?”

”Hard to say.” Sadam Vinson glanced at Caryn Zachmann, whose face had turned ugly from the moment two hours earlier, pacing back and forth non-stop.

Watching her sending messages and making phone calls again, he shook his head ambiguously, ”Judging by Caryn’s behavior, it seems her cousin hasn’t formally learnt medicine.”

Govert’s mouth fell open in shock, ”And yet she dared to send everyone out and stay alone inside to give Mr. Wilmar acupuncture?”

If something were to happen, she might be looking at jail time!

The kind where one sits at the bottom of the cell.

Tired of standing, Sadam Vinson changed his pose and nudged Govert subtly to look in another direction, whispering, ”But look at the attitudes of Lowie Wilmar and Mr. Wilmar, it doesn’t seem like they just randomly found someone.”

Govert looked up towards the two men as directed; indeed, they both appeared very composed.

”So...”

”Don’t ask me.” Mr. Vinson dangled his shoulders without any sense of responsibility, and spoke noncommittally, ”I’m just not sure if that person inside is a mule or a horse, which is why I say it’s hard to say.”

If Alfred Garland were here, he would surely be unable to resist pulling Sadam’s ear and shouting, ”It’s neither a mule nor a horse - inside there’s a boss! A hidden boss!!”

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After waiting together for two hours, Raymond Wilmar and Adelle Wafford were becoming a little impatient. Her brows were deeply furrowed, and she frequently checked the time.