The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”OK.” Amadeus Yancey stepped on the brake, and the car came to a steady stop by the roadside.

Nathalie Quinlan unfastened her seatbelt, opened the car door and got out, then walked around to the driver’s seat, opening the door for him with one hand and said to the person inside, ”I’ll drive from here.”

Amadeus Yancey glanced at her sideways, ”Your right hand...”

Caleb Dax once said that Nathalie Quinlan’s current injuries were a combination of new and old, and her right arm couldn’t take any stress, a single careless move could easily leave a lasting injury.

These past days, he had been keeping a close eye on her every move, afraid that she wouldn’t take her own body seriously. He saw her wounds scab over day by day, yet suddenly, something happened at a critical moment!

”I don’t care.” The girl interrupted him.

Amadeus Yancey took a deep breath, unfastened his own seatbelt, got out of the car, vacating the seat, and then moved over to the passenger seat where Nathalie Quinlan had been sitting.

Nathalie Quinlan fastened her seatbelt, turned her head to look at him, and her eyes were filled with an uncontrollable violent rage. She told him, ”You can still get out of the car now; I might go a little crazy from here on.”

Amadeus Yancey’s hand paused in the midst of buckling his seatbelt, then he fastened the belt, leaned his head slightly back, resting it against the seatback, his exquisitely handsome face looking provocatively punchable, and spoke with a noble laziness, ”How coincidental, I like excitement. Do your thing, don’t worry about me.”

Nathalie Quinlan gave him a long look, then turned back and truly ignored him.

She slammed her foot down on the accelerator, and the car, performing extremely well, shot out in an instant!

The speed immediately soared to 150 mph, which was considered absolutely speeding in a place like Inderia.

...

At the same time, at the most bustling intersection in the city center of Inderia, most cars were stopped waiting at the traffic light.

Nathan Garland was on the phone at the moment: ”The person you’re talking about is Williansen Barness, he’s someone from The First Research Institute, usually has a pretty good relationship with Nicholas Fuller.”

”He...” Nathan Garland was contacting the guy with messy hair while paying attention to the traffic light at the intersection.

He had just started to say a word.

Just then, a black off-road vehicle shot out from the opposite side, almost without any pause, heading straight towards his car!

”...What is she doing?!” Nathan Garland’s voice changed.

However, everything happened too fast.

He didn’t have time to run, frantically reaching for the seatbelt, but hadn’t unbuckled it, when a huge collision sound echoed.

”Boom!”

Nathan Garland’s vision went black, pressure in his chest surged blood and a metallic taste pushed up to his throat, his brain spinning...

He bit down hard on his tongue, forcing his brain to stay conscious, unbuckling the seatbelt amidst the crash, trying to open the door and crawl out.

At this moment, the stubbornly unyielding car door that wouldn’t budge under his pounding was opened from the outside, and he looked over with hope, only to see the girl appearing like a demon in front of him.

Nathan Garland couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes, his voice hoarse and breaking, shouting the person’s name, ”Nathalie, Nathalie Quinlan?”

The girl appeared just as usual, raised her hand to press down the brim of her cap, completely ignoring the crippled transportation system left in her wake.

She walked over, dragging him out of the deformed car with one hand, as if dragging out a stray dog.

Screams filled the surroundings.

Many people were looking over this way.

She paid them no mind, only using her extremely dark eyes to look at Nathan Garland lying on the ground like a dead dog, tossing the phone in front of him, and spoke indifferently, ”Call those people.”