The Unveiling of Secret Queen

After Nicholas Fuller finished speaking, the Smile at the corner of Zevaney Kingsley’s lips vanished without a trace. Fortunately, she was especially good at disguising herself, and quickly covered it up, even thanking Nicholas with great politeness: ”Thank you, Dean. I’ll keep what you said in Heart.”

Nicholas’s pair of clear eyes looked at her, not speaking for a long time.

He kept looking until the hand Zevaney had placed at her side clenched slightly, then he finally shifted his gaze away with an expressionless face and said to Orson Saban, ”You go ahead and enter her information.”

”I’ve already entered it.” Orson lifted his head from in front of the computer and said.

Zevaney had achieved her goal and knew Nicholas and the others did not welcome her.

She very tactfully greeted each laboratory head, then, with an easy composure, said a word to Nicholas and prepared to leave.

Just before leaving, Zevaney’s steps paused for a second. She suddenly turned back, looking toward the Girl leaning slantwise against the office desk, and walked toward the Girl.

Everyone’s brows knit together; none of them understood what she was trying to do.

Even Nathan Garland was startled, reaching out to stop her: ”The dean and the others are all here. Whatever it is, talk about it when we’re back.”

”I just want to have Two Sentences with Nathalie Quinlan.” Zevaney’s face was full of a Smile, looking easy to get along with, yet she imperceptibly pushed aside Nathan’s arm blocking in front of her and continued walking in Nathalie’s direction.

The office was only so big.

In just a few steps she was standing in front of the Girl.

The Girl in a hoodie and a Duckbill Cap was still as unruly as ever, lazily playing with the lighter in her hand. The metal of the lighter had been rubbed by her fingertips too many times; the edges were already mottled with the marks of time.

Zevaney came to a stop in front of her and said, ”Nathalie Quinlan, from here on out we’re competitors, right? I won’t lose to you.”

On that last sentence, she put extra weight on the word ”lose,” as if losing to Nathalie the last time had been an enormous humiliation carved into her Heart.

Nathalie finally lifted her eyelids and looked at her head‑on.

Just one look.

Zevaney immediately felt the oppressive force coming off Nathalie.

For a moment, she could hardly breathe.

Even though she pressed her tongue to her teeth and forced herself to tough it out without showing weakness, in that second Zevaney clearly felt that in terms of aura, she had already lost!

Nathalie had a wolf‑like ruthlessness about her!

Whereas the so‑called aura Zevaney possessed was like a child playing house under this kind of honed, razor‑sharp ferocity, completely not on the same level.

Unwilling, Zevaney looked at her and said, ”This time I’m definitely going all out! Nathalie Quinlan, you better Be careful.”

”You done talking?” The Girl tossed the lighter into her pocket, raised her eyelids a fraction, her cool gaze not reflecting Zevaney’s Shadow at all.

”I’m done.” Zevaney felt as if she’d thrown a heavy punch into cotton. She clenched her hand, pressed her lips together, and then lowered her Voice to something only the two of them could Hear: ”Nathalie Quinlan, I’m not the Same as the way you knew me a month ago. If you still think I’ll lose to you that easily, then you’re way too naive.”

Nathalie braced a hand on the edge of the desk and stood up. In terms of height she immediately crushed Zevaney by half a head. Her crow‑black lashes drooped slightly, her eyes full of mockery as she said, ”I thought you could keep up the act from start to finish, but you couldn’t even make it out the door before blowing your cover. From where I’m standing, you don’t seem all that different from a month ago. Your acting’s still so‑so, haven’t seen much improvement.”

Zevaney’s Smile disappeared; her face darkened.

Nathalie suddenly lowered her head, abruptly closing in on her. Their eyes locked; for an instant, Zevaney flinched, then quickly bit her lip, stiffened her neck, and forced herself to hold her ground.