The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Caleb Dax ignored these people throughout, leisurely sipping the clear tea before him, exuding a calm demeanor.

As if what they were discussing had nothing to do with him.

Lynn Kingsley didn’t pay attention to what these people were saying either, instead, he tilted his head and casually asked Caleb Dax, ”Mr. Dax, you know Nathalie Quinlan. What kind of person do you think she is?”

In Inderia, Lynn Kingsley was not a simple figure, even the Pharmaceutical Association found it difficult to offend him.

Caleb Dax thought for a moment, ”You mean Nathalie Quinlan?”

Lynn Kingsley responded with a gentlemanly ”Mm,” without rushing him.

Everyone at the main table turned their attention to Caleb Dax, each filled with curiosity, eager to learn some news about this unexpected newcomer from the Davidson Family.

Caleb Dax’s expression turned solemn, seriously looking at Lynn Kingsley and the other curious people, he simply replied, ”Oh, she’s a genius.”

The whole table was in an uproar.

”Genius?” Someone couldn’t hold back, puzzled, and asked, ”Mr. Dax, what do you mean by genius?”

”Yes, Mr. Dax, what do you mean by genius, genius isn’t usually a term to describe a person.”

They assumed Caleb Dax would describe her as sensible and kind, but no one expected his assessment of Nathalie Quinlan would be just one word—genius!

Caleb Dax, unwilling to say more, pressed his lips tightly together, patiently waiting for the noon banquet to begin.

...

On the other side, outside the banquet hall.

Marcella Davidson held Nathalie Quinlan’s hand, whispering to her about certain matters.

”Nathalie, you should have experienced this long ago, but unfortunately...” She seemed about to mention Lynette Kingsley but stopped, smiling at Nathalie while tenderly patting the girl’s hair, saying, ”Today’s a happy day, I shouldn’t bring it up.”

”Follow me later, I’ll introduce you to some elders.”

”Mm.” Nathalie seemed unbothered by her half-finished words, in very good spirits.

The pity in Marcella Davidson’s eyes deepened, she continued, ”I know you don’t like these occasions. Uncle Nabours and I discussed it. Initially, we didn’t want to make such a grand scene, but this was the quickest and best way to introduce you to the Inderians, so we opted for this meal. Nathalie, you don’t mind, right?”

Nathalie had already walked into the banquet hall.

She entered alongside Marcella Davidson, Kenzie Nabours, and the group.

The eyes of over thirty tables were all focused on her.

She extended her hand to adjust her Duckbill Cap, suppressing her unruliness, and gently responded to Marcella Davidson, ”Mrs. Davidson, I don’t mind.”

Seeing her tolerant and sensible demeanor, Marcella Davidson felt an overwhelming maternal affection in her heart.

They all entered, and Marcella Davidson ceased speaking, intent on introducing Nathalie to her connections in Inderia.

Before being guided away by Marcella Davidson, Nathalie glanced at Amadeus Yancey and Sadam Vinson, pursed her lips, and said rather helplessly, ”I’ll go with Mrs. Davidson first, what about you guys?”

Amadeus Yancey, with one hand in his pocket and looking exceptionally poised, smiled at her, ”Uncle Nabours arranged seats for us, you don’t need to worry about us.”

Nathalie acknowledged with a word, and before leaving, added, ”I’ll come find you after I’m done.”

”Mm.”

After Amadeus Yancey nodded.

The girl suppressed her defiance and followed Marcella Davidson’s steps.

...

Nathalie walked away.

It was the first time Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland attended an Inderian banquet, and they felt somewhat at a loss.

Sadam Vinson had seen many such occasions in Beijing, so he was fine. He looked up at the distinguished and laid-back man and softly asked, ”Amadeus, where do we sit next?”