The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Mrs. Sullivan finished speaking and felt that her reception wasn’t grand enough, then immediately changed her mind: ”No, we won’t eat at home.”

”Ask Nathalie Quinlan if she has time, if she does, we’ll eat at Ocean Pavilion.”

Wincent Sullivan was surprised at his grandmother’s big shift in attitude and the importance she placed on Nathalie Quinlan. He nodded earnestly in response: ”I’ll ask her later.”

But Mrs. Sullivan was eager to meet the person who will be with the Sullivan Family in the future. She stood up to urge him: ”Don’t wait! Ask her now.”

She even stuffed the phone that Wincent had just placed on the table into his hand, obviously unable to wait any longer.

Wincent: ”...”

He hadn’t been around earlier and hadn’t heard Mrs. Sullivan and Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan talk about the Illegal Zone diamond tycoon or the Red Alliance.

Clearly, his grandmother was impatiently looking at him.

Feeling obliged, he couldn’t refuse and sent a message to Nathalie Quinlan in front of Mrs. Sullivan.

*

On the other side, Nathalie had just arrived at her place.

”Nathalie, you’re back? So early today?” Sadam Vinson, wearing lounge clothes and flip-flops, still holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

He looked like he’d just gotten up or had stayed up playing games until nine or ten in the morning before sleeping.

”Yeah.” Nathalie responded and walked in.

”Do you want some coffee, I’ll make you a cup.” Sadam immediately offered.

Nathalie placed her coat on the sofa, just as she was about to go upstairs, suddenly remembering something, she paused and pulled open the zipper of her single shoulder bag, took out a black leather-covered notebook, and handed it to him: ”Help me find a place to store this.”

”What’s this?” Sadam set down his coffee cup, hastily took it, looked down, and saw a black leather cover without any markings.

He turned it over twice without figuring it out, assuming it was a regular notebook, and was about to put it casually on the table.

The girl zipped her bag and casually answered: ”Kingsleys Family’s secret black powder recipe.”

Sadam was about to set the black notebook down, lifted his coffee, took a sip, and nearly sprayed it: ”Pfft!”

Not caring about the coffee he sprayed everywhere, he hastily wiped his mouth, picked up the notebook, cleaned it, and looked at Nathalie, nearly kneeling for her: ”Nathalie, did you take down the Kingsleys’ headquarters? Weren’t you at The First Research Institute? How did you get this.”

This... would be big news even in Beijing.

Nathalie coolly slung her single shoulder bag back on, pursed her lips, glanced at him and casually said: ”I won.”

”...” Sadam was shockingly speechless.

This can be won?

This is like winning a country’s black weapon blueprint, it’s just as shocking.

The Kingsleys Family wouldn’t be so broke as to gamble with this.

Are they crazy?

”How should I store this? Amadeus doesn’t have a safe here, I...” He felt even a safe wasn’t secure enough for this thing, thinking it should be stored in the vault of Rex Bank, where even explosives couldn’t breach it.

Nathalie seemed unconcerned, waved her hand: ”Up to you.”

Sadam was even more speechless.

Nathalie had already received the message from Wincent Sullivan, she took out her phone, glanced at it, and while heading upstairs, said to Sadam: ”You figure it out, I’m heading up.”