The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Meanwhile.

At Zevaney Kingsley’s private residence.

For the first time, when she called Jake Rabenstein, no one answered. She frowned, called again, and this time a mechanical cold female voice informed her that ’the other party has turned off the phone’...

Zevaney Kingsley was no fool. As long as she thought about it, there was nothing unclear.

——Jake Rabenstein refused to take her calls anymore!

Realizing this, Zevaney felt as if a thousand pounds weighed on her chest, her hand gripping the phone tightly, not moving for a long time.

It wasn’t until the old servant at home walked over, brewed a cup of coffee for her, and placed it on the table, whispering, ”Miss, your Blue Mountain.”

Zevaney finally woke up from her daze, lowered her hand, and said as she turned back, ”Leave it on the table.”

The servant had already placed the coffee cup where she usually sat, and upon hearing her words, wisely began to return to her kitchen.

Zevaney slumped on the sofa, staring intently at her phone.

The phone screen still displayed Jake Rabenstein’s phone number.

Zevaney remembered clearly.

This Jake Rabenstein was a ’good dog’ who used to curry favor around her all day long just a few months ago, and in the blink of an eye, even someone like Jake Rabenstein dared not take her seriously anymore.

The huge gap made it somewhat difficult for Zevaney to accept reality.

The old servant saw her pale face and trembling eyelashes from afar. Although not knowing what she encountered, it seemed that something big had happened.

After all, Willy Kingsley and Hansel Kingsley, who often visited before, had not shown up recently, and Zevaney was wrapped in a low-pressure atmosphere every day, visibly in a bad mood.

The old servant hesitated whether to go over and comfort her for a bit.

The girl, who had been sitting motionless on the sofa, suddenly heard her phone ringing by her side. Zevaney frantically answered the call: ”Hello, Clan Chief.”

”Come over once.” Lynn Kingsley spoke concisely.

Zevaney suddenly became nervous, biting her lip, cautiously probing, ”Clan Chief, is there something you need from me?”

Lynn Kingsley’s manner was indifferent, without any unusual emotion detectable through the phone, very steady: ”I have something to ask you.”

Zevaney sat up straight, just about to ask more.

But the call had already been disconnected on the other end.

She had to put down the phone, staring at the disconnected call for a long time.

Zevaney didn’t care much, got up, and walked to her room, telling the home servant, ”I need to go out for a while.”

*

By the evening, the sky was filled with red sunset glow, with orange clouds painting half the sky.

Under the setting sun, the scenery of Inderia appeared exceptionally magnificent.

Nathalie Quinlan headed to the airport an hour early to pick up someone.

During the early spring weather, she unusually wasn’t wearing a hoodie, but instead, a long-sleeved white T-shirt with a smog-blue sweater on top. The sweater’s shape was large, fitting a relaxed and leisurely style.

She didn’t tuck the hem of her clothes, letting it hang loosely, paired with jeans, which made the girl’s legs look straight and long.

Nathalie didn’t wear a hat either, her hair tied up in a bun, exposing her smooth forehead and that finely contoured face. Although her expression couldn’t hide her rebelliousness, it was evident she had restrained herself a lot, trying to groom herself into a look the elders might like.

The black off-road vehicle’s car window was half rolled down, and Nathalie looked toward the airport exit, but no one had come out yet.

Her elbow rested on the side, long fingers tapping on the edge, she turned back and, with clear and sharp eyes, asked the person in the car, ”Do I look okay like this?”

”You look perfect!” Sadam Vinson assessed her from head to toe, saying sincerely, ”If my mom sees you, she might decide right then to bring you into our family...”