The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1847: Ms. Kingsley, the Clan Chief Wants You Back Immediately

The Yandor Sect has never taken such small powers seriously.

Vincent Moore never expected that the Wolf Gang would target Nathalie Quinlan.

But regardless of the reason, the Wolf Gang dared to fixate on Nathalie, and they must pay the price!

Vincent Moore’s face darkened as he walked to the car door, opened it, and got into the car.

...

After the Black Range Rover drove away.

The Buick across the street finally dared to slowly lower its car window, and the hacker sitting in the driver’s seat stared at the empty airport road.

He was already dumbfounded.

Why hadn’t he received any message earlier that the divine healer was so skilled? And... it was normal for Mr. Kingsley to appear here.

Why did the people from the Yandor Sect show up too?

What was going on with that Eastern man!

His mind was buzzing nonstop, a chaotic mess.

He quickly raised his hand and slapped himself, hurrying to contact Willy Kingsley’s side: "Mr. Kingsley, something has happened."

*

In a quiet private residence in Inderia.

Zevaney Kingsley sat on a rosewood chair, holding a cup of tea beside her.

Willy Kingsley walked away to take a phone call.

Zevaney hadn’t even taken a sip of tea when she saw Willy hurrying back.

"The Wolf Gang people sent a message saying the mission failed."

"What?" Zevaney put the teacup on the table abruptly, her apricot eyes looking at him, revealing a look of surprise: "How did it fail?"

"That divine healer is very talented, the Wolf Gang underestimated them. But they took a photo..." Willy handed the phone to her.

Zevaney took it and looked down.

The photo sent from the phone was very blurry, only showing the vague silhouette of a girl from across the road.

Zevaney took one look and felt it was familiar.

She hadn’t had a chance to think more carefully.

Someone rushed in.

Seeing the person who barged in, Willy’s brows furrowed, extremely angry: "Who let you in? Didn’t you see we were talking? Get out."

Zevaney, however, looked at the person, asking in a deep voice: "Julian, what’s the matter?"

A man with downcast eyes and nose spoke in a muffled tone without lifting his head: "Ms. Kingsley, the Clan Chief wants you to return immediately."

Zevaney had a vague feeling of unease, her apricot eyes looking at the man as she probed: "Did the Clan Chief say what it was about?"

The person standing in front of her still did not lift his head, his voice steady and even, repeating: "No, the Clan Chief just wants Miss to go back immediately."

Willy felt a little flustered and short of breath: "Why would the Clan Chief suddenly call you back? Could it be..."

Zevaney took a deep breath, remaining calm, and stood up: "Second Uncle, don’t overthink. It’s just an outsider, the Clan Chief wouldn’t call me for such a small matter."

"It should be something else, I’ll go back and check first."

Since she said so, Willy could only try to think positively and see them off.

...

Half an hour later.

Zevaney arrived at the Kingsleys Family’s old estate.

She followed the Kingsleys Family’s servant through the corridors.

The Kingsleys Family was large, with a very tasteful Gothic architectural style, after passing through the wooden corridor, the servant led her to the reception room outside, then turned and left.

Zevaney had basically grown up in the Kingsleys Family, very familiar with the place.

She didn’t need anyone to guide her to know exactly where everything was.

However, the Kingsleys Family had strict family rules, and she could only live cautiously here.

She was about to enter, carrying twelve points of caution, when she heard a man’s deep, forceful voice coming from inside.

Zevaney couldn’t hear it clearly from outside, only faintly catching her own name.

A nameless unease surged in her heart once more, and she hesitated before walking inside.