The Unveiling of Secret Queen

At that moment, she lifted her gaze and saw an extra person in the living room, and immediately exclaimed, ”Yao, Yandor Sect...”

Amadeus Yancey only glanced at her with the corner of his eye, seemingly not considering her worth noticing, as he walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and took out a bottle of water to twist open.

He drank a sip nonchalantly, as if only just noticing Mrs. Davidson, raised an eyebrow, his exceptionally beautiful face showing a bland expression, with a somewhat playful tone: ”What are you doing here.”

”...” Mrs. Davidson’s throat seemed to be choked, unable to utter a word.

She knew Nathalie Quinlan was acquainted with people from the Yandor Sect, but she didn’t expect the two to live together!

This...

She was surprised and then developed a peculiar mindset, associating the girl’s excessively eye-catching appearance, she seemed to understand something.

Could Nathalie Quinlan have relied on her looks to latch onto this young behind-the-scenes BOSS of the Yandor Sect.

Then what about Nicholas Fuller?

Why has Nicholas Fuller been defending her all this time?

Mrs. Davidson’s eyes flickered with a hint of contempt and disgust, but she didn’t dare to show it, and only lowered her head slightly, pondering how to resolve the awkward situation in front of her.

At this moment, Alfred Garland called Nathalie Quinlan downstairs.

”Ms. Quinlan, your friend came to see you, she’s waiting for you downstairs.”

The girl seemed to have just woken up, the sweater draped over her body; not having gone out, she didn’t wear a hat, revealing a fair and delicate face.

Nathalie Quinlan squinted her eyes slightly, and followed Alfred Garland downstairs step by step, hearing the words, seemed somewhat surprised: ”My friend?”

”That’s right.” Alfred Garland was still unclear about Mrs. Davidson’s identity, thinking she’s also a friend Nathalie Quinlan met in Inderia, just like Violetta Hoffman and the others, and spoke quite happily: ”She said she’s your friend, and came to find you.”

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t need him to finish; she had already seen the silently standing Mrs. Davidson in the living room, her pitch-black eyes left with only cold dryness and rebellion.

She didn’t blame Alfred Garland but walked over with no extra expression on her face, stood before Mrs. Davidson, and succinctly said: ”What do you want with me.”

Amadeus Yancey didn’t expect her to come down so quickly, then looking at Mrs. Davidson, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

Mrs. Davidson could sense the gaze falling upon her, she forced herself to meet it, opened her mouth, and said politely: ”Nathalie, why didn’t you pick up my calls? I’ve called you several times in the past couple of days but couldn’t reach you.”

Nathalie Quinlan bypassed her and went straight to the sofa, found a comfortable position to sit down, and lazily interrupted her feigned familiarity: ”Oh, I blocked you.”

Mrs. Davidson’s well-maintained face immediately flushed red, alternating red and green, she clutched her palm, barely saying: ”You don’t need to act like this, we’re all family, I mean no harm...”

Even if Alfred Garland was slow, he realized something was wrong.

He seemed to have made a mistake.

Alfred Garland immediately lost his previous politeness, his face stern, stationing himself behind Nathalie Quinlan with a watchful gaze, staring at Mrs. Davidson with a hostile look.

Nathalie Quinlan was impatient to hear her say these things, and very directly asked her: ”What exactly do you want with me? If you have something to say, say it directly. If not, I don’t have time to entertain you.”

She could still hold herself together to say a couple of sentences to Mrs. Davidson, merely in consideration of Marcella Davidson and Kenzie Nabours.

Otherwise, she might not have even bothered with these sentences.

Mrs. Davidson took a deep breath, squeezing out a fake smile, barely saying: ”Have you heard about Kenzie’s plans to send Leony abroad?”