The Unveiling of Secret Queen

In an abandoned factory in Inderia.

Zevaney Kingsley was thrown to the ground like a sack, and it took a full three hours before the effects of the anesthesia wore off.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the intense light stung them.

Zevaney instinctively blinked and lifted her hand to block the glaring light, only to realize her arms were too weak, without even the strength to lift them.

”Hiss,” the spot on her elbow was being pulled by the muscle, causing sharp pain, and Zevaney inhaled sharply in discomfort.

The memories before she passed out suddenly surged back like a tide.

She snapped her eyes open and began to assess her surroundings.

”Awake?” The girl’s voice was indifferent, with a touch of casualness.

Upon hearing this voice, Zevaney felt her hairs stand on end, her back tensing up inch by inch.

She bit her lip, her eyes gradually adjusting to the intense light, and looked cautiously at the person sitting in front of her.

The girl wore a duckbill cap and was dressed in black, presenting an extremely unapproachable image.

Carefree, with an air of defiance all around her.

Zevaney instantly recognized who that person was.

”Nathalie?” Her voice was somewhat tense, her gaze fixed firmly on the girl in front of her, her heart thudding, and a sense of unease surfaced.

”Awake?” The girl sitting opposite her, crossing her legs and playing with a lighter, lifted her eyelids at the sound of movement. Beneath the thin eyelids were a pair of extremely dark and profound eyes, seeming as if a flame was inside them, making Zevaney dare not look directly at her eyes.

”You got someone to bring me here? What do you want?” Zevaney said, considering Nathalie’s personality.

She is well aware that if she angers the girl in front of her, the other would dare do anything!

Back then, even when Han Kingsley was still the elder of the punishment hall in the Kingsleys Family, Nathalie dared to cripple one of Han’s hands in public.

She still doesn’t have the weight of Han Kingsley in the Kingsleys Family...

Zevaney’s thoughts spun rapidly, her mind not entirely dull, as she spoke slowly: ”I’ve already notified them, and they should realize I’m missing by now. They’ll come looking soon.”

Zevaney didn’t mention the Kingsleys Family, but her words were full of warning and threat.

”Heh.” Nathalie tossed the lighter onto the table, making a ’clang’ sound. She curled her lips, her eyes quite arrogant, looking at the person pretending in front of her with a half-smile: ”You think I’d be scared?”

Zevaney suddenly fell silent.

Nathalie obviously wouldn’t be scared!

The one afraid now is herself.

Zevaney tightened her hand under the table, her face still relatively composed as she spoke: ”I don’t know what you want with me, but you didn’t need to bring me here if you wanted to talk. We can arrange somewhere and sit down and talk properly...”

She knows very well what Nathalie is after.

She has long thought of ways to handle it.

That fool Leony Davidson didn’t have any evidence to prove the medication was given by her, nor could she prove she privately told her that Nathalie was Marcella Davidson’s private doctor... she could completely deny it all and extricate herself cleanly; in the absence of evidence, everyone just relies on their words.

That’s why she made Leony Davidson get into her car to talk.

Only in her car is she not worried about any surveillance being captured. Without surveillance and recordings, what does Leony have to testify against her?

Thinking of this, Zevaney’s expression became more composed and calm: ”Nathalie, what exactly happened? You’re not someone who would seek me out for nothing. You can tell me, and we can think of a way to solve this together, rather than make it like this.”