The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”Then...” Zevaney Kingsley felt an inkling of why Hansel Kingsley sought her out, her heart began to race as she pressed her lips together.

”I’m no longer the head of the Punishment Hall, our future as a branch needs to be entrusted to someone else. Besides Jaycent, you are the one I have the highest hopes for in the Kingsleys Family!”

”Although Jaycent is from the direct-line descent and is the rightful heir. By rights, the future of the Kingsleys should be handed over to him, but he has been aimless, refusing to enter the research institute, and at over thirty, he still drifts outside without any proper behavior. So, between the two of you, I have more faith in you.”

Hansel spoke straightforwardly, his sharp, piercing gaze fixed on Zevaney: ”The teachers at the Kingsleys all say you have an extraordinary talent in black gunpowder, and you entered the institute early, learning by Nathan Garland’s side. I want to entrust the future of our branch to you, what do you think?”

Zevaney was taken aback by the question.

If Hansel hadn’t been driven out of the core members of the Kingsleys Family, she would have eagerly accepted, but now... Zevaney had to have her considerations.

She remained silent, avoiding Hansel’s intense gaze, not immediately answering, instead deflecting, ”Sixth Elder, you know I haven’t thought about these things for the time being. I...”

”Oh, you don’t want to?” Hansel stood up, hands behind his back, seeming to suppress his anger, glaring at Zevaney.

In the past, he wouldn’t have needed to say so much to a junior.

It’s just a pity he’s fallen on hard times, having to consider the people of his branch, leading him to seek out Zevaney.

”It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just...” Zevaney wouldn’t admit to looking down on people, still searching for an excuse to evade.

Hansel, being seasoned, could see what was on her mind and immediately said, ”Haven’t you always wanted to enter the 8th-level laboratory? I have a way to get you in.”

Zevaney suddenly looked up, gazing at him.

Hansel, composed, said calmly, ”I still have a secret formula for Kingsleys Family’s black gunpowder, and a laptop, which belongs to an experimental note left by a once genius of the Kingsleys.”

Everyone from the former 8th-level laboratory had an experimental notebook.

Marcella Davidson had one.

Lynette Kingsley also, of course, had a notebook.

When she left the Kingsleys Family in a hurry back then, that notebook was left in Hansel’s hands, and he never handed it over.

”That experimental notebook is enough to make you the top in The First Research Institute.”

Zevaney was already tempted, her eyes earnest, just about to speak.

Hansel looked at her coldly, hands behind his back, and said, ”I can give you these two things, and I still stand by my promise to introduce you to Nicholas Fuller. However, I have a condition; unless you meet this condition, everything is off the table! Whatever I’ve given you, I can take back.”

Zevaney had long been swayed in her heart, secretly squeezing her palm, striving to appear calm: ”What condition? Sixth Elder, you say.”

Hansel immediately realized he was right upon seeing her reaction.

Zevaney was the type to seek advantage and avoid harm; as long as he provided enough benefits, she’d take the bait.

”I want you to drive Nathalie Quinlan out of the institute, make it impossible for her to stay at The First Research Institute!” Hansel’s words carried an unmistakable bloodthirsty undertone, his eyes crimson, seething with rage.

He also had no way to act himself, which is why he sought out Zevaney.

Otherwise, how could he swallow this anger?