The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”Nathalie Quinlan, you must come to the laboratory tomorrow, or you’ll be deemed to have automatically given up on that project.”

”Leony Davidson will replace you and work with Harvey and them on that project.”

Nathalie Quinlan’s hair was still dripping wet, the raven-black strands falling to cover her brow. Her sharp eyes lazily scanned Agnes Baker’s message, curving her lips into an amused smile.

Agnes Baker’s side still showed her typing.

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, and unhurriedly replied to her.

[Q: I’ll be watching.]

The message Agnes was typing disappeared, and after a while, she replied with an emoji of someone kneeling to a boss.

Nathalie took one glance and then put her phone on charge.

She then picked up a nearby towel to dry her dripping hair again, while opening her computer and told Emma Gabehart to first send those involved in handling Hansel Kingsley back to the Illegal Zone and reorganize their personnel in Inderia, and lie low for a while.

Emma Gabehart’s response was quick, telling Nathalie she had already arranged everything immediately.

If the Kingsleys Family wanted to find these people, they would likely have to go to the Illegal Zone to look for them.

The Illegal Zone is not Inderia, and has its own powers; as formidable as the Kingsleys Family might be in Inderia, they’d find themselves helpless in the Illegal Zone.

Nathalie finished reading what Emma told her, put her mind at ease, and was about to shut down her computer to catch some sleep.

Who knew her phone would ring again.

This time, Nathalie furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a bit impatient as she picked up her phone, but seeing the caller ID, she forced herself to answer.

”Speak.”

”Did you get into a conflict with the Kingsleys Family?” Khendy Lordon’s voice came through, gentle and refined.

Nathalie walked towards her bed, nonchalantly, ”Hmm?”

”Someone from the Kingsleys Family tried to get me to teach you a lesson.” Khendy’s voice seemed to come from an office, giving an impression of spaciousness, he said with a teasing tone, ”Qiao, how should I teach you a lesson?”

Nathalie paused, quite indifferent, ”Up to you.”

Khendy chuckled, ”So impatient?”

”...” Nathalie looked at the time, ”It’s nine-thirty in the evening in Inderia, I need to sleep.”

Khendy is always difficult to communicate with.

As expected.

He acted as if he didn’t hear, chuckled, ”How about this, you like my latest post, and I’ll resolve this for you.”

”?”

Nathalie reluctantly went back to check her WhatsApp post.

She didn’t have many WhatsApp friends, searched around and didn’t see what Khendy had posted, then suddenly remembered she had previously blocked Khendy’s posts.

So she found his profile picture again, specifically clicked into his post to take a look.

She saw Khendy had just posted something two hours ago, with a heart picture attached.

It read—[Khendy: I have waited through the wind and rain, like a butterfly waiting for flowers, seabirds waiting for the blue sky, fish waiting for water, I am waiting for you.]

Nathalie twitched her mouth; she wanted to give him a friendly like, but her aesthetics wouldn’t allow it. So she silently exited and asked him, ”Khendy, perhaps you should learn how to post properly on social media, this style really doesn’t suit you.”

Except for his leg being disabled, he actually had quite a handsome face, but his taste was eye-searingly bad.

After speaking, Nathalie didn’t wait for him to respond, frowned as she was really sleepy, ”I’m done talking, hanging up now.”

She hung up the phone, put it on silent mode, tossed it to the bedside, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.