The Unveiling of Secret Queen

She let out a long breath of relief, patted her grandson’s hand lightly, lowered her voice and said, ”Let’s go back.”

Wincent Sullivan supported her and, a bit surprised, turned his head back. ”You’re not going to listen anymore?”

Mrs. Sullivan looked at her upright-to-the-point-of-dumb grandson, let out a soundless laugh, shook her head, and motioned for him to go back. ”Ms. Quinlan’s friend brought in Mr. Dax, and there are people from the Pharmaceutical Association there. Ms. Quinlan’s right hand will be fine!”

Wincent Sullivan was slightly stunned.

Standing off to the side, Williansen Barness heard what Mrs. Sullivan said, pressed his lips together, and the tightness on his handsome face visibly relaxed.

He nodded slightly at Mrs. Sullivan, as if thanking the Old Lady for clearing things up, then quietly walked away.

Mrs. Sullivan noticed Williansen Barness nod at her, looked in surprise at his receding back, then withdrew her line of sight and said to Wincent Sullivan, ”This Williansen Barness from your group doesn’t look that simple either.”

”?” Wincent Sullivan was taken aback, even more confused. ”Where did you see that from?”

Mrs. Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to explain, shot him a glare. ”I’ve eaten several decades more meals than you. You kid got lucky, this is what you young people like to call that... what was it again...”

She stared at Wincent Sullivan for a long moment, then remembered. ”Oh, lying your way to victory.”

This Child Williansen Barness wasn’t that old, but his temperament was mature and steady, more perceptive than Wincent Sullivan, and her own ability wasn’t bad either. His future prospects were limitless.

She watched Agnes Baker laughing and joking on normal days, but in truth she was also a rough-on-the-outside, meticulous-on-the-inside kind of girl.

Not to mention Nathalie Quinlan...

So how could she say Wincent Sullivan wasn’t lucky?

Other people get assigned to some ”death squad,” and you can see their whole life at a glance. But him? The people assigned to his group, each one she looked at seemed more capable than the last, all the kind you can’t see through.

”Let’s go.” Mrs. Sullivan didn’t wait for him to overthink it, patted his hand and urged, ”Let’s go back.”

...

When Williansen Barness went over, he repeated everything he’d secretly overheard at the corner to the crowd in the corridor.

Nicholas Fuller, Orson Saban, and Alfred Garland gradually cooled their heads.

Nicholas Fuller reacted the fastest. He immediately grabbed his coat and said, ”It’s not easy for an airplane from outside to enter Inderia’s airspace. I’ll go find him and see if there’s anything I can help with.”

Nicholas Fuller was the dean of the First Research Institute of Independent island, with an extraordinary status. He certainly had the standing to say that.

”I’ll go with you.” Orson Saban didn’t waste time. After speaking, he followed, leaving Harvey Cadorette and the others waiting outside.

Sadam Vinson had also been planning to go over and see if there was anywhere she could lend a hand, but then the Phone on her body rang.

Who?

Calling her at a time like this?

Sadam Vinson frowned, reached into her pocket to pull out the Phone, and lowered her head to look.

When she saw the two characters for Emma Gabehart flashing on the Phone screen, she abruptly straightened up, her handsome face turning serious as she said to Alfred Garland beside her, ”I’m going out for a bit.”

”Mm.” Alfred Garland’s line of sight had been glued to the emergency room doctor from start to finish. Hearing her, he answered absent-mindedly.

Sadam Vinson answered the phone call as she hurriedly walked toward the outside. ”Hello, Where are you? Mm, got it. Stay right there and wait for me, I’ll be right over to pick you up.”

*

Inderia was in flux, and all the major Powers had caught some wind of it.

At the Davidson Family at this time, Mrs. Davidson had received the Message and called Mr. Davidson and Mrs. Davidson back, her face serious as she said to the two of them, ”There’s been some disturbance in Inderia’s airspace. It seems Nicholas Fuller asked for a private airplane to be allowed in.”

Mr. Davidson’s brows knitted tightly, and he immediately asked her, ”Where’s the airplane from?”