The Unveiling of Secret Queen

James Lawrence saw the coffee on the table had gone cold, so he tactfully replaced it with a hot cup of coffee and placed it on Lynn Kingsley’s desk, then stepped back and stood behind the man.

Lynn Kingsley picked up the hot coffee, took a small sip, and slowly placed the bottom of the cup on the saucer.

The steam from the coffee rose and shrouded his sharp eyes, making his facial features appear much softer.

Lynn Kingsley put down the coffee cup and asked gently, “What has Nathalie Quinlan been up to lately?”

James Lawrence, standing behind him, reported accurately, “The young miss caused a scene at Ms. Kingsley’s laboratory and has been staying either at the villa or visiting Nicholas Fuller in the hospital these past few days, without any other movements.”

“Hmm.” Lynn Kingsley pushed his chair back, creating some distance in front of him. With his left hand, he opened the first drawer underneath, and lowered his eyes to quietly look at the old photo inside without taking it out.

He looked at it for a full two or three minutes, time seemed to freeze around him, and even the sleek suit couldn’t hide the weariness on the man’s body.

James Lawrence was already accustomed to the man zoning out while staring at the yellowed old photo in the drawer, so he kept his gaze steady, his nose focused, and didn’t say a word, trying to minimize his presence.

Lynn Kingsley touched the photo with his fingertips, lowered his eyelids, and said in a soft tone, “Do you think the grievances of one generation should be repaid by the next? If the previous generation made mistakes, should the next generation bear the consequences?”

James Lawrence, hearing this out of context, furrowed his brow but remained silent.

Lynn Kingsley closed the drawer again, rested his hand on the desk, and reverted to his usual aloof and reticent expression, saying plainly, “Have more people watch her. Recently, more and more Inderian people have arrived from M Country, and there’s frequent agitation among the Hidden Family… Inderia is about to be in turmoil!”

James Lawrence was astonished to hear such a bombshell of a message, and looked up sharply, but Lynn Kingsley’s expression remained very calm, as if he was already prepared.

James Lawrence’s wildly beating heart gradually calmed down again, he lowered his head and respectfully replied, “Yes, Clan Chief.”

He understood what Lynn Kingsley meant.

The Clan Chief meant to have more people watch the young miss not to surveil her every move, but as a form of protective measure.

Indeed, the young miss is the true direct-line descent of the Kingsley Family.

Zevaney Kingsley was nothing but a mere clown!

…

Nathalie Quinlan skimmed through Lynette Kingsley’s laptop, and when she looked up again after finishing, the weather outside had changed.

The previously sunny and fine weather had abruptly turned, with the gray and hazy sky indicating an impending rain.

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, got up and pulled back the chair, turning to the bed. She picked out a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe and went straight to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water splashing echoed in the bathroom.

Nathalie Quinlan washed quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, the water sounds in the bathroom gradually quieted down.

The girl opened the sliding door of the bathroom, draped in a silk bathrobe, with a clean and dry towel wrapped around her head as she stepped out…

After coming out, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t head straight to the room. Instead, she blew her hair dry while standing in front of a nearby mirror, before leisurely exiting the bathroom.

At that moment, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

Nathalie Quinlan, guessing who might be coming to find her at this time, tossed the towel aside, walked towards the outside, and lazily lifted her eyelids, saying, “Come in.”

Amadeus Yancey walked in from outside the door.