The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”Hmm.” Hansel Kingsley, strong-willed as usual, exuded extreme authority: ”Find a reason to come back. I’m in a private room at the Ocean Pavilion waiting for you. I have something to discuss.”

Zevaney Kingsley didn’t want to agree immediately. After all, the person Hansel Kingsley offended this time was Lynn Kingsley, and reaching her current position relied on Lynn Kingsley’s support.

Hansel Kingsley was certainly important to her, but if it meant offending Lynn Kingsley, it would not be worth it.

She just opened her mouth to say ”I...”

Before she could finish speaking, the person on the other end had already hung up.

Zevaney Kingsley slowly moved her phone away, lowered her head to look at the call that had been disconnected, her face looked very unpleasant. She hesitated again and again, but decided to ask Nathan Garland for leave.

...

Half an hour later.

The Kingsleys Family’s black Mercedes stopped at the entrance of the Ocean Pavilion, the driver turned from the front and said, ”Ms. Kingsley, we’ve arrived at the Ocean Pavilion.”

Zevaney Kingsley was lost in thought throughout the journey. Noticing they had arrived outside, she picked up her handbag, pushed open the car door, and got out first.

To avoid being seen, she walked briskly all the way.

After entering the Ocean Pavilion, a waiter approached her, and Zevaney covered her face, trying to lower her voice: ”I have an appointment. My friend is inside.”

The waiter immediately understood: ”Ah, are you Ms. Kingsley? Mr. Kingsley is already waiting inside for you. Please follow me.”

Zevaney’s eyes flickered, she pressed her lips together, and followed.

The waiter quickly led her to a private room, stopped outside, and politely said to her: ”Mr. Kingsley is right inside.”

”Hmm.”

Zevaney Kingsley noticed several Kingsleys Family bodyguards around, took a deep breath, reached out to push the door open, and walked inside.

The private room was in Chinese style, very elegantly decorated, with numerous antique calligraphy and paintings, vintage in appearance.

Hansel Kingsley was sitting on a rosewood chair, with a pot of tea beside him.

He lifted his eyelids, glancing indifferently at Zevaney Kingsley who had walked in, and said plainly: ”You’re here?”

Facing Hansel Kingsley, Zevaney dared not misbehave, greeted him obediently and sat opposite him.

Hansel Kingsley casually poured her a cup of tea, still exerting pressure, raised his teacup to drink, and asked her: ”Have you heard about my situation?”

Zevaney Kingsley quickly raised her head, encountering Hansel Kingsley’s aged but sharp gaze, she immediately looked away, cleverly responding: ”I heard something on the way here, but it wasn’t detailed, so I don’t know the specifics.”

This meant she just became aware.

After speaking, Zevaney considerately asked: ”Six Elders, are you alright?”

”Humph.” Hansel Kingsley couldn’t discern Lynn Kingsley’s intentions but could easily see through Zevaney’s caution, he immediately sneered, spoke gloomily: ”What could happen to me.”

”...” Zevaney realized she had misspoken and kept silent.

”My situation is as you’ve heard. From now on, I’m no longer the head of Punishment Hall or one of the elders.”

Even though she heard it from Hansel Kingsley himself, Zevaney was still shocked. She quickly reacted, immediately uttering a lot of formal comforting words.

Hansel Kingsley hadn’t called her over for chitchat, impatiently interrupted: ”I brought you here not to listen to this.”