The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1827: Nathalie, Your Disguise Has Slipped!

For example, the Kingsleys Family.

The Davidson Family’s daughter, Yuni Davidson, married Lynn Kingsley.

And another daughter, Marcella Davidson, married into another of the three major powers, the Moore Family.

Unlike Yuni Davidson, who aside from marrying well, lacks any particular talent and resembles more of an affluent idle lady.

Marcella Davidson, on the other hand, was an expert in the smelting field from a young age.

Don’t assume smelting sounds somewhat ancient.

In fact, it’s extremely powerful, as the raw materials for the truly formidable weapons in the world involve smelting technology.

The more advanced the weapons, the more they involve craftsmanship.

Marcella Davidson is considered a master in this field.

In Inderia, there was once someone who was as famous as Marcella Davidson, a genius in weapons, but many stories about this person were deliberately erased.

He only knew someone could match Marcella Davidson in weapon manufacturing.

Amadeus Yancey recently received news from Aiden Moore, seemingly related to Marcella Davidson’s health, but he didn’t pay much attention.

Unexpectedly, Jaycent Kingsley found Nathalie Quinlan.

"Are you going to Inderia?" he lowered his head, his voice soft, only Nathalie could hear.

Nathalie Quinlan was staring at the message from Jaycent Kingsley, thinking, still undecided. Hearing that, she looked up, just in time to meet the man’s firm, smooth jawline. She withdrew her line of sight, irritably putting her phone aside: "I don’t know yet if I’ll go."

"Tsinghua University is about to have its final exams, I can’t miss them. Besides, Mrs. Ingram is waiting for me to submit the design draft. Also..."

Nathalie Quinlan considered the matters she was handling, realizing there were quite a few.

She hadn’t noticed the man’s eyes darkening beside her, raising his eyebrows, suddenly speaking in a low, hoarse voice: "Design draft? Hmm? What design draft?"

"..." Nathalie’s words paused, realizing what she had said, the nerve at the back of her head tightened again, causing an instant headache.

"So, the genius designer S from SEVEN, is you?"

The Pinecone Group only has one brand that requires design.

High-end jewelry brand SEVEN.

The rest is real estate.

It’s unlikely Mrs. Ingram would come to Nathalie for real estate blueprints, so the design draft was pretty clear.

And SEVEN’s designers are all world-renowned, with names.

Only one person never appears, extremely mysterious.

Candice Yancey is an avid fan of that designer’s works and loves collecting them.

That designer has only one English code name, S.

He previously used Edric Yancey’s name to buy a necklace for Nathalie, also designed by S.

Now, thinking again, everything is so apparent—S is Nathalie!

And the meaning of S isn’t the unknown as speculated by outsiders.

It’s the abbreviation for SUN.

With her aversion to trouble, she probably chose this name for convenience, just like in medical journals where her papers are also abbreviated.

Amadeus Yancey couldn’t help but chuckle, his mouth curving into a smirk, looking in the direction of the girl who didn’t know what to say to him, his eyes deep: "Nathalie the Goddess, I’m curious. So what were you thinking when you received the necklace on your birthday?"

Receiving her own designed piece on her birthday...

It’s the first time Amadeus Yancey stumbled in this area, falling for his own girlfriend, this feeling is truly indescribably complex.