The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”The Luban Lock seems to have only one key, if you can’t open it, you just can’t open it...” Amadeus Yancey unexpectedly looked at her.

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows and showed him the lock hole: ”Doesn’t its shape look like the Kingsleys Family emblem?”

Amadeus Yancey put away the teasing expression between his brows, took it seriously and looked at it, discovering that the peculiar shape of the lock hole indeed resembled the emblem of the Kingsleys Family that the girl mentioned, and connecting this with the fact that the owner of the box is Lynette Kingsley... everything started to make sense...

He handed the box back to the girl and asked her in a low voice: ”Where did you put the emblem? I’ll have Alfred Garland bring it to you.”

”It should be in my room. Let me think...” Nathalie Quinlan indeed pondered for a moment, raised her eyelids, and as if remembering, told him: ”If it’s not in my computer desk drawer, it’s in the bedside table drawer, or inside the backpack I don’t use... Let Alfred Garland check those places, it should be there.”

Amadeus Yancey didn’t expect she would carelessly leave the Kingsleys Family emblem around and felt both helpless and unsurprised. Before heading out, he turned back to tell her: ”I’ll go myself. Alfred may not find your things with his nerve.”

”Wait a moment.” Nathalie Quinlan suddenly called him just as he was about to leave.

Amadeus Yancey turned his head back, seemingly not understanding why she suddenly called him, but he still stopped and turned around to ask her: ”Anything else?”

Nathalie Quinlan’s clear black and white eyes stared at him for a moment, and before looking away, she asked dully: ”Are you not angry anymore?”

Amadeus Yancey was startled, then instantly laughed, curling his lips playfully: ”So Nathalie the Goddess knows I’m angry? I always thought Nathalie the Goddess never cared about our thoughts.”

Whenever he’s in a good mood, he calls her Nathalie, and when he’s not, he calls her Nathalie the Goddess. It was so obvious that she could sense whether he was angry or not unless she had a problem with her intuition.

But this time, it was her guilt that triggered this.

Nathalie Quinlan felt a string at the back of her brain pull tightly, giving her a headache, and couldn’t care about his mockery. She lowered her eyelids to hide the emotion in her eyes and said: ”It’s not that I don’t care.”

”I feel it’s too dangerous, and since it’s my personal matter, I don’t want to involve you and the Yandor Sect in danger. I also didn’t tell Nicholas Fuller.”

Amadeus Yancey was almost provoked by her words, but then extinguished by her following sentence. He then realized and playfully ground his teeth, grinning: ”So my position is the same as Nicholas Fuller’s?”

He, as a boyfriend, was on the same rank as Nicholas Fuller.

”No.” Nathalie Quinlan knitted her brows, unable to understand why his focus was never on the point she was trying to convey: ”Isn’t the highlight of that sentence the fact this matter is too dangerous and my personal issue? I don’t want to involve you guys?”

Amadeus Yancey half-narrowed his eyes, a dangerous look passing over her lips: ”My point is just that I’m at the same level as Nicholas Fuller in your heart.”

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyelids twitched fiercely twice.

Seeing her slightly pale lips, Amadeus Yancey immediately dismissed the thoughts in his heart, raised his hand to rub his brow, and holding the door handle, said: ”I’ll discuss this with you later, I’ll go get the key for you first. You rest a bit, I’ll be back.”

He said, closing the door.

Nathalie Quinlan watched the door click shut, refocused her gaze on the box in her hand, bit her lip, and began to ponder deeply.

Why did Lynette Kingsley leave the item at the Kingsleys Family? What exactly is inside the box? Why didn’t anyone from the Kingsleys Family discover it for 20 years?