The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nicholas Fuller looked grim, pacing around the office before returning to stand in front of Orson Saban, speaking in a deep voice, ”I estimate her ambition is not just this. She doesn’t just want to approach Martin; she wants to connect with the Hidden Family behind Martin.”

Orson Saban looked up at him, not very familiar with the Kingsleys Family’s internal affairs.

Nicholas Fuller continued, ”From what I understand, the Kingsleys Family clearly intends to abandon her since the incident two months ago. Probably because of this, she wants to find a stronger backing than the Kingsleys Family.”

”But how would she know about the Hidden Family and Martin?” Orson Saban couldn’t help but ask.

These are secrets in Inderia, known only to a very few people aware of the absolute power hidden outside Inderia.

Nicholas Fuller didn’t need much thought to guess the person guiding Zevaney Kingsley: ”Nathan Garland.”

Orson Saban furrowed his brow, displaying a strong look of disgust: ”Him?”

Nicholas Fuller didn’t respond, his heart also filled with extreme dislike for Nathan Garland’s behavior.

Orson Saban saw him remain silent, suddenly remembered, and asked him, ”When is Nathalie Quinlan coming back? Have you told her about this?”

Orson Saban now knew Nathalie Quinlan’s background, having heard a bit from Kenzie Nabours, hence his keen interest in Nathalie Quinlan.

Nicholas Fuller shook his head, pondering for a moment: ”I haven’t told her yet; she’s returning today, I’ll wait until she’s rested to tell her.”

Orson Saban had no objections.

Nicholas Fuller did remember something, looking up with a smile and told him, ”I’m planning to host a welcome dinner for her tonight. What do you think, are you free to join?”

Orson Saban, who usually disliked attending private gatherings, this time thought for a moment and then readily agreed: ”What time? I’ll tidy up early in the afternoon.”

Nicholas Fuller gave him a time, saying, ”I haven’t asked if she is free tonight, I’ll confirm and let you know.”

Orson Saban agreed, rising to prepare to return to the laboratory.

Nicholas Fuller watched him leave, his line of sight falling upon the tablet he had tossed aside, sighed, picked up his phone, and went to make a phone call.

*

Nathalie Quinlan arrived at the villa and first went to her room to put things away.

She emptied everything from her backpack, which included only two changes of clothes, a laptop, and some small gadgets.

Nathalie Quinlan placed the clothes on the bedside table, then put the laptop on the desk, regarding the miscellaneous gadgets, she tossed them all into the drawer.

Just then, Nicholas Fuller’s phone call came through.

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the caller ID, walked over, bent down to pick up her phone, and casually answered, ”Hello?”

Nicholas Fuller informed her of the evening’s welcome dinner.

Nathalie Quinlan furrowed her brow, looked at the laptop on the desk, returned to the desk intending to open the laptop and along with that, refuse him.

Thinking for a moment, she changed her mind: ”Where at tonight?”

Nicholas Fuller reported a location.

Nathalie Quinlan checked the time and agreed.

She hung up, turned to lean against the desk, her legs wrapped in jeans were both proportional and straight, quite striking.

She lowered her head and once again opened WhatsApp, finding the message sent to her by Violetta Hoffman.

Nathalie Quinlan stared at the message for a while, then tucked her phone into her pocket, picked up her duckbill cap, and went downstairs.

Downstairs in the living room.

Alfred Garland and Sadam Vinson were also organizing things.

Sadam Vinson was always a scattered mess, extremely lazy; he threw the box back into the room and didn’t care, sprawled on the sofa like a lord. Seeing the girl come downstairs, he immediately straightened up to greet her, ”Nathalie, are you done?”