The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie casually picked up the phone, her voice hoarse from a sleepless night: ”Hello.”

Amadeus Yancey saw her answering the call and gracefully waited for her.

Nicholas Fuller’s words on the other end were unknown, but the girl shifted her pose, lowering her crossed legs, speaking seriously: ”I just woke up, I found it. Wait for me, I’ll send it to you right away.”

Found it?

Amadeus raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the black leather-bound notebook beside her hand.

The hardcover notebook was about palm size, fastened securely with a leather buckle, making it impossible to see what was inside without opening it.

He had just withdrawn his line of sight.

The girl’s shallow voice rang out again: ”Mm, hanging up now.”

Amadeus turned back to see Nathalie disconnect Nicholas Fuller’s phone call, then reached to unbuckle the leather clasp and opened the notebook...

She didn’t hide anything the whole time.

Confidently displayed the contents of the notebook.

Amadeus saw densely written characters with a black felt-tip pen, eventually summarized into a string of words by someone.

Nathalie’s handwriting was easy to recognize.

Bold and unrestrained, her personal style extremely strong.

It should be what she found after a sleepless night yesterday.

Amadeus didn’t deliberately look; he was too far away to see the notebook’s content clearly.

Nathalie picked up the phone to snap a photo of the page, then sent it to Nicholas Fuller.

Upon finishing, she closed the notebook again and placed it back on the sofa beside her.

Sadam Vinson saw it too and couldn’t help but inquire, ”Nathalie, did you not sleep last night? Working on this thing? What is it?”

Nathalie put the notebook down and calmly lifted her eyelids: ”Morse Code.”

”Morse Code?” Such a high-level...

”To be precise, it’s a high-level Morse Code derived from the principles of Morse Code,” the girl explained casually: ”Have you heard of encrypted messages?”

”Of course I have.” Sadam Vinson, after all, came from a prestigious family and had some exposure to these things, although not much.

Nathalie nodded, her cold white hand pulling a zipper on her collar, continuing: ”During wartime, people often used encrypted messages to convey information. These encrypted messages are collectively known as Morse Code. However, regular Morse Code is not hard to decipher; the hardest codes are the encrypted messages created by encryption experts based on Morse Code principles. I generally call these encrypted messages high-level Morse Codes! High-level Morse Code relates to personal habits, making such codes hard to crack...”

Even she took a whole day and night to barely decipher the encrypted message left by Lynette Kingsley.

Sadam Vinson seemed to take interest and started searching for Morse Code-related information using his phone.

”Did you find the encrypted message left by Aunt?” Amadeus, quite knowledgeable about Morse Code, looked at the girl with deep eyes, asking her in a light voice.

”Yes.” Nathalie pulled out two forms from the notebook’s sleeve and handed them to him: ”I found this in a registration form. Earlier, Mr. Fuller also gave me a similar record form, but I didn’t notice anything unusual inside. Yesterday, I had a flash of insight and thought of Morse Code, so I tried it. Sure enough, inside was an encrypted message.”

Amadeus took the two registration forms from her hand, and nothing appeared different from the surface of the registration form.