The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1832: I’ll Make Sure ’He’ Never Returns!

"I’ve arranged for people to keep an eye on the port." Willy Kingsley’s eyes revealed a murderous intent as he slammed the teacup onto the table.

He crossed his legs, his brow full of ruthlessness, and let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, no matter who it is, I’ll make sure ’he’ never comes back!"

*

The next day.

Nathalie Quinlan went out early in the morning.

She didn’t go to the hospital to see Mr. Zachmann, but went to a secluded private club in the city center.

The private club was entirely in Chinese architectural style. In a city like Beijing where every inch of land is precious, the elegantly arranged pavilions, towers, and the flowing water style made the owner here seem particularly tasteful.

As soon as Nathalie Quinlan arrived, someone immediately came up to her, curiously looked her up and down, and smiled, asking: "Hello, are you Ms. Quinlan?"

"Yes."

Today, Nathalie Quinlan went out without wearing a duckbill cap, a short-sleeved sweater over her white T-shirt, giving her layered style a beautiful and dashing look.

She only brought a phone with her, appearing very casual.

A complete contrast to the luxurious style of the club.

The waiter who came up to her immediately made a ’please’ gesture: "Ms. Quinlan, Mrs. Wilmar has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

After speaking, the waiter led the way ahead.

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes turned slightly dim, and with one hand in her pocket, she stepped forward to follow.

The two walked through a long corridor, with various private boxes flanking either side.

The waiter led Nathalie Quinlan to a private box door and opened it for her: "Ms. Quinlan, we’ve arrived, Mrs. Wilmar is inside."

The decoration inside the box matched the club outside, with a rich Chinese style, complete with tables, a tea table, and a hollow carved floral screen.

Raymond Wilmar was sitting inside.

Looking toward their direction.

When she saw the girl standing next to the waiter, her face clearly worsened, but she didn’t say anything.

Mainly because she didn’t dare say anything.

She could only watch as the girl walked in with a leisurely yet arrogant stride.

The waiter thoughtfully closed the box door for them.

Raymond Wilmar couldn’t hold back anymore, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, with suppressed anger and worry inside: "Nathalie Quinlan, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Her voice sounded full of presence, very intimidating.

But in reality, it’s just a facade; clearly, she was nothing more than a paper tiger.

"You yourself have been to Inderia, you should be very clear about the power dynamics there, why do you have to force me?"

Last night before bed, Raymond Wilmar received a text message, which contained a photo along with a few words.

The photo showed the Kingsleys Family crest.

Even though she didn’t know where Nathalie Quinlan found that thing, she was almost certain that Nathalie Quinlan had found out much more than she could imagine!

Additionally, the text gave her one night to carefully consider whether to expose the truth of the black box recording.

Of course, it also came with a warning.

The future of this branch of the Wilmar Family and Jecksen Wilmar’s safety.

Raymond Wilmar’s hand on the table showed bulging veins, clearly struggling to maintain control.

Her eyes were fixed on the girl without blinking, filled with panic and unease, as if looking at someone courting death with sympathy: "Why, why do you have to fall out with the Kingsleys Family? Inderia is not a place we can provoke, and the Kingsleys Family is a family we simply can’t afford to mess with. Any one of them could crush us as easily as crushing an ant..."