The Unveiling of Secret Queen

She narrowed her long eyes at Zevaney Kingsley, curled her red lips in disgust. ”You deal with this woman. I’m not going back just to take a shower.”

She had OCD about cleanliness.

Zevaney looked decent on the outside but was a rotten dog on the inside, so filthy she嫌 touching her at all. If she had to drag her back, she’d have to scrub off a whole layer of skin.

Very soon someone got out of the Car, hair dyed like a bird’s nest, all lazy swagger.

Emma Gabehart watched him haul Zevaney Kingsley into the Car, then walked off to the side to make a phone call. ”Boss, it’s done. How do I hand over the ’goods’ to you?”

”Send her to the Villa.” The Girl’s Voice was cool and lazy; who else could it be but Nathalie Quinlan.

Emma Gabehart looked up at the sky Outside, the corner of her mouth twitching. Curves in all the right places, totally knockout, yet this living, breathing bombshell had a hell of a temper. ”You’re asking me to send her to Yandor Sect’s old lair?”

”Boss...” Emma Gabehart really couldn’t hold it in and muttered, ”Are we Red Alliance and Black Mandala gonna be following Yandor Sect around from now on?”

She’d always been used to fighting solo, no leash, no rules, definitely not looking to find someone to boss herself around.

Nathalie Quinlan seemed stunned by the question for a second, quickly caught on, and still sounded lazy as hell. Emma Gabehart could even hear the Sound of a chair dragging, like Nathalie had just finished her shower.

”No. They’re following us.”

”Oh.” Emma Gabehart’s Heart instantly felt lighter; she got it right away and shot back, ”So he’s marrying in. Alright then!”

Emma Gabehart raised her Wrist to check the time, then said to Nathalie Quinlan, ”Boss, I’m heading over now, you might wanna get ready to receive the package.”

*

Inside the four-story Villa.

Nathalie Quinlan had just taken a shower and changed into loungewear before heading downstairs, walking straight toward the fridge.

She was on the Phone the whole way. Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland saw her but didn’t have the nerve to interrupt.

Only after Nathalie Quinlan finished the phone call, casually tossed her Phone on the counter, opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted it open and took a sip, then headed back to the living room.

Sadam Vinson finally couldn’t hold back, craned his neck and asked, ”Nathalie, who were you on the phone with? I could’ve sworn I heard someone say ’marrying in’. Who’s marrying in?”

Nathalie Quinlan had been walking back all laid-back and chill, but when she heard that, a vein jumped in her brow. Her line of sight instinctively went to the man sitting on one side of the Sofa, playing with his Phone.

Sadam Vinson followed her line of sight over and also caught sight of a certain someone.

The corner of his mouth twitched. ”Amadeus?”

The Yancey Family’s one and only heir was going to marry in?

Sadam Vinson’s first reaction was that this setup was a bit hard to swallow, but then he thought it through, propped his chin on his hand, and nodded seriously. ”Actually, Amadeus totally can marry in. They’ve still got that Little Demon King at home anyway. I bet Mr. Yancey might actually agree.”

Mr. Yancey was always calling Amadeus an unfilial brat anyway.

If Amadeus could somehow trick Nathalie back to the family, Mr. Yancey would probably happily pack up his precious eldest grandson and ship him off.

Amadeus Yancey happened to put his Phone down just then and lifted his eyelids slightly, like he’d only just caught what they were saying. ”Hm? What?”

Nathalie Quinlan decisively cut in before Sadam Vinson could continue that awkward Topic. ”Does Yandor Sect have any abandoned factories?”

”What do you need an abandoned factory for?” Amadeus Yancey indeed didn’t press the previous Topic.

Nathalie Quinlan strolled over unhurriedly, set her water down on the table, her eyes lazy and tired, her Voice a little hoarse like she hadn’t slept well. ”To deal with someone.”

Amadeus Yancey got it in a second. ”What kind of abandoned factory do you want?”

”Few people, quiet, convenient to get things done.” Nathalie Quinlan’s standards weren’t low.

Amadeus Yancey nodded and immediately ordered Alfred Garland, ”Go tell Vincent Moore to clear out a place.”