The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”Alright, Ms. Kingsley truly is a straightforward person.” Simon also finished his own drink and immediately laughed.

Zevaney Kingsley gracefully put down her glass, ”Since the president offered a drink, I should have it.”

”Ms. Kingsley is too polite.”

Simon laughed heartily, getting straight to the point and asking her, ”I want to ask Ms. Kingsley a favor... There’s a weapons merchant coming to Inderia, I want to ask Ms. Kingsley...”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Zevaney Kingsley tucked her hair behind her ear, calmly interrupting him, ”You’re referring to Mr. David, aren’t you?”

Everyone in the room collectively turned to look at her.

Even Mrs. Lordon couldn’t help but hold her breath and asked her quite carefully, ”Zevaney, do you know him?”

”Can’t really say I know him.” Zevaney Kingsley smiled under everyone’s gaze, lowered her eyes lightly, and said, ”I’ve only heard of his name, that’s all.”

Everyone present was quite insightful.

The more Zevaney Kingsley tried to cover up, the clearer everyone was inside.

They all thought Zevaney Kingsley had a good relationship with that person but was unwilling to reveal too much. After all, Regina Isadora, whom Zevaney had allied with, had already gone to meet the weapons merchant, and Zevaney was likely to have also met him...

Everyone had their own thoughts, and their attitude towards Zevaney Kingsley grew increasingly attentive, each wishing to dig out some information about the mysterious weapons merchant from her.

Meanwhile, Zevaney Kingsley maintained a smile of proud restraint, pretending she didn’t know why these people invited her to dinner.

*

Meanwhile, Nathalie Quinlan just walked through the doors of the Intercontinental Hotel.

The hotel lobby was as crowded as ever.

She wore a hoodie and a duckbill cap, waved goodbye to Amadeus Yancey, and entered the hotel doors. Her attire was unimpressive, unlike Zevaney Kingsley who, upon arrival, was greeted by the hotel front desk staff right at the entrance. Thus, nobody paid her any attention.

Nathalie Quinlan was enjoying the ease, pressing the elevator button to head to the second-floor hot pot restaurant Diana had booked.

The hot pot restaurant wasn’t very crowded.

She instantly spotted the man inside waving at her, ”Over here!”

Nathalie Quinlan tugged at the hood of her sweatshirt, lowered her head slightly, and walked toward him.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, as the waiter came over and politely asked, ”Guests, are you ready for us to serve the food?”

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow and looked at the person sitting opposite her, ”You ordered?”

”I had nothing to do while waiting for you, so I ordered a few dishes.” Diana laughed playfully and handed her the menu, ”See if there’s anything else you want and add it yourself.”

Nathalie Quinlan reached out to take it, her pale hand flipping through the menu a couple of times before handing it back to the waiter. She added some tripe, then ordered a cola, side-eyeing the person across, ”What about you? What are you drinking?”

”Me?” Diana pointed at herself, pondered for a moment what to drink, and was about to ask the waiter for a liquor.

But the girl seemed to see through his behavior pattern and swiftly told the waiter, ”Give him a herbal tea.”

The waiter took the menu they ordered from and went to serve the dishes.

Nathalie Quinlan then settled in, scanned the surroundings, noting the lack of private rooms, and looked at him with some admiration, ”You’re heading out like this, no issues?”

”Like what?”

Though Diana didn’t get the liquor, he didn’t mind too much, he raised his head and, like Nathalie Quinlan, glanced at the noisy environment around.

Then he touched his dark and sharp short hair, his rugged face confident and free, quite awkwardly explained, ”I wanted to treat you to something better, but who knew this damn place is even more barren than Terrafina, not even a high-end hot pot restaurant! Tsk~ Who knows how they dare to call themselves the world’s wealth center.”