The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Outside.

Zed Moore hurriedly took three steps in two, jogged over, and opened the car door for Nathalie Quinlan.

The girl walked behind him.

When she reached the opened car door, she lifted her duckbill cap, revealing a delicate face, her dark eyes glanced at Zed Moore.

Seeing Zed standing motionless at the car door.

Nathalie Quinlan flashed a hint of helplessness in her eyes, pursed her lips, and got into the car first.

Zed Moore then respectfully closed the car door for her, walked around a large circle, and got into the driver’s seat. After getting in, he astutely turned on the car’s air conditioner, looked at the girl sitting in the back through the rearview mirror, and suddenly lowered his voice to say, ”Ms. Quinlan, rest assured. I won’t mention what happened just now to anyone.”

Zed Moore said this, but his heart was still pounding.

If he hadn’t experienced it personally, who would have thought that someone rumored outside to be an ’Inderian bumpkin’ was actually a direct-line descendant of the Kingsley family!

Twenty years ago, the direct-line descent of the Kingsley family began to wane, and by the time of Lynn Kingsley and Mr. Kingsley, only one line remained.

Jaycent Kingsley.

Even though Jaycent Kingsley didn’t engage in black powder-related businesses, his position in the Kingsley family is still pivotal.

It shows how rare and precious the bloodline of the direct-line descent is!

He would never have thought Nathalie Quinlan would be related to the Kingsley family, no less than an actual direct-line descendant of the Kingsley family bloodline.

Nathalie Quinlan knew from the moment he jogged to open the car door for her that he would probably bring this up, so she casually took out her phone and sent a message.

Upon hearing, she didn’t even lift her head.

”You can say it, it doesn’t matter.”

Zed Moore was just about to pledge his loyalty and assure that he wouldn’t say anything: ”Ms. Quinlan, rest assured, I won’t say anything. I know this is not something to be spread around. Wait until you want to tell Amadeus, then you can tell him.”

Nathalie Quinlan finished editing the message and had just sent it out when she heard this. She finally lifted her eyelids, her black eyes sharp and clear: ”He knows.”

”...”

Nathalie Quinlan successfully sent the message, put away her phone, and changed her posture, curling up more comfortably in her seat.

”He knew before you did.”

Nathalie Quinlan paused briefly. After a whole day’s journey, she was already somewhat tired, so she drooped her eyelids, covering her beautiful eyes: ”So whether you say it or not doesn’t matter.”

Zed Moore was now completely speechless.

Moreover, he could see through the rearview mirror Nathalie Quinlan’s face showing undeniable fatigue, so he sensibly didn’t continue speaking.

Instead, he asked Nathalie Quinlan where she was heading.

Nathalie Quinlan reported Amadeus Yancey’s address in Inderia.

Zed Moore started the car without a second thought.

The red Lamborghini sped away like an arrow.

Disappearing at the intersection of the old Kingsley family residence.

*

Inside The First Research Institute.

Everyone was busy in the level-8 laboratory.

Today, Nathalie Quinlan, Williansen Barness, and Wincent Sullivan didn’t come; only Agnes Baker showed up, and the lab’s people didn’t say anything, but their attitude toward them grew increasingly cold.

Only Harvey Cadorette took time to show Agnes Baker around a few small experiments.

One of them was led by Leony Davidson.

Leony Davidson kept a dark face, as if someone owed her tens of thousands.

Agnes Baker was preoccupied with Williansen Barness’s safety and couldn’t be bothered with the unfriendly looks from Leony Davidson and others headed by her.

She pretended to be blind.

Distractedly watched the entire experiment.

Only when Leony Davidson took off the white gloves used for the experiment did she speak to Harvey Cadorette, who was walking beside her: ”Harvey, I’m a bit tired. I’d like to rest next door for a while. Is that okay?”