The Unveiling of Secret Queen

She spent almost three days immersed in the archives room of The First Research Institute.

Nicholas had unintentionally begun searching the archives years ago; he found nothing after ten years of research.

Nathalie only searched for three days, so of course she found nothing.

Moreover, she quickly discovered that not only were there no records related to the nuclear decomposition experiment in The First Research Institute’s archive, but there were also no records available through the Black Market search engine.

Everything had been thoroughly cleaned up.

It felt as if there was a giant invisible hand pushing everything behind the scenes.

However, Nathalie did not give up.

She continued to immerse herself in The First Research Institute’s archives, searching through all the documents from that year, including the experiment logs from each laboratory, while also having Emma use Red Alliance’s power to search online for any clues...

Because what Nathalie was searching for was extremely intricate and required a lot of time to find, she was rarely seen around the villa these days.

”Has Nathalie not come back yet?”

In the Yandor Sect villa.

Mr. Yancey had come over early in the morning, and after wearing down the sofa with his persistent presence, he finally couldn’t hold back anymore and craned his neck towards the entrance, calling out to Alfred, who was preparing him another cup of tea.

Alfred was about to head into the kitchen and paused when he heard, scratching his head confusedly: ”If you haven’t seen Ms. Quinlan, then she likely hasn’t come back yet.”

Mr. Yancey frowned and looked at him speechlessly: ”If I had seen her come back, would I be asking you?!”

Alfred stood in place, scratching his head even more innocently: ”But I also don’t know when Ms. Quinlan will return.”

”If you need to discuss something with Ms. Quinlan, you could give her a phone call.”

Mr. Yancey gave him a deep look and waved his hand dismissively: ”Forget it. I’m too lazy to talk to you.”

After speaking, he got up to leave.

Alfred looked all around in a dazed manner, quickly offering: ”Let me escort you back.”

Mr. Yancey was annoyed at him right now, not allowing him to escort him, so he left on his own.

The place he lived wasn’t far from the villa; it was another villa of similar size.

When Mr. Yancey returned, he happened to see Candice making a phone call.

Candice caught sight of him returning out of the corner of her eye, said a few words over the line, and hurriedly hung up the phone, walking over to greet him: ”Dad, you’re back. Did you see Nathalie?”

Mr. Yancey walked inside by himself: ”She left at eight in the morning, apparently heading to The First Research Institute. I arrived half an hour too late and didn’t catch her.”

Candice poured him a cup of tea and handed it over.

Mr. Yancey waved his hand: ”I won’t drink it. I’ve been drinking water all day; I can’t take any more.”

Candice chuckled helplessly, put the teacup on the table, and joked: ”Is Amadeus not at home?”

”Hmph.” Mr. Yancey tidied up his clothes, clearly annoyed as he replied: ”When have you ever seen that guy stick around at home? Back when he was in Beijing, he often wasn’t home either. I’ve long since stopped bothering to mention him!”

Besides, he wasn’t looking for Amadeus in the first place.

He had been watching that rascal in the family for over twenty years and was thoroughly tired of him; he rushed over to see his granddaughter-in-law.

”By the way, have you cleared up the matter I asked you to investigate?” Mr. Yancey raised his head all of a sudden, asking about it.

Candice had just been about to discuss this with him when she was interrupted: ”I found out.”

”How did it go?” Mr. Yancey’s spirits lifted, his tiger’s eyes shining brightly; he was clearly very concerned about this matter.

Candice didn’t know what expression was appropriate, her face showing a complex expression as she bitterly smiled and said: ”Nathalie...”