The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1868: Zevaney Kingsley Suffered a Setback

Just at this moment.

The phone screen that Nathalie Quinlan had placed on the table lit up once again.

This time, it wasn’t a text message.

It was a phone call.

She paused her fingers slightly, moved them away from the computer mouse, picked up the phone beside her, and glanced down. Upon seeing who was calling, a hint of surprise flashed across her delicate face, but she still answered: "Hello."

*

Willy Kingsley sped all the way to Zevaney Kingsley’s residence.

Zevaney Kingsley was not of direct-line descent in the Kingsleys Family, and even though Lynn Kingsley valued her greatly, according to the family rules, Zevaney Kingsley could not live in the Kingsley manor.

So Zevaney Kingsley had her own place to live outside.

She had lived for many years in a high-end apartment in the center of Inderia, where the entire apartment was under closed management, and security was very strict.

Identity verification through an iris scan was required to enter and exit.

It was very hard for outsiders to get in.

Of course, those who could live here were not lacking in wealth.

Zevaney Kingsley, being the most promising one among the younger generation of the Kingsleys Family, naturally had the right to live here.

Willy had previously recorded his verification information here, so he passed through smoothly and headed straight to Zevaney Kingsley’s place.

He pressed the doorbell at the entrance.

Soon.

The door was opened.

"Mr. Kingsley."

Willy responded with a hum and walked inside, asking the servant, "Where’s Zevaney?"

The servant stepped aside to make way, keeping a neutral expression and not daring to speak much, hesitantly replied, "Miss, Miss is in the bedroom, and the doctor is in there as well."

Willy paused on his way in, looking back with some astonishment, his eyes sharp: "Doctor, what doctor? Why is the doctor here? Is she sick?"

"No. Miss she..." The servant didn’t know how to explain to him and led him towards Zevaney Kingsley’s room: "Mr. Kingsley, you’ll know once you see."

Inside the room.

Zevaney Kingsley’s private doctor was inside treating the wounds on her back. Her back was lacerated by whip marks, the room filled with the metallic smell of blood, mixed sharply with the scent of disinfectant.

When Willy came in, the doctor was already at the final step.

He was carefully performing the final bandaging for Zevaney Kingsley, who was lying prone on the sofa.

"Ah."

The burning pain on her back felt scorching hot, and even though Zevaney Kingsley was very tolerant, she couldn’t help but sharply inhale because of the pain.

The doctor, who also felt the pain just by looking, could only gently comfort her: "Ms. Kingsley, please bear with it a little longer, it’s almost done."

Zevaney Kingsley’s face was pale, and her bright eyes were filled with a look of endurance. Lying there, she bit her lip tightly and didn’t make a sound again.

Willy was brought over by the servant, and seeing the scene before him, he wasn’t sure if he should interrupt the doctor bandaging Zevaney.

So, he found a corner, standing aside to wait.

Half an hour passed.

The doctor finally applied medicine to Zevaney Kingsley’s back wound, temporarily bandaged it with white gauze, and then carefully instructed the sweat-drenched Zevaney Kingsley on some precautions. The doctor then tactfully packed up his things, picked up his medical case, and greeted Willy before leaving...

Willy waited until the servant escorted the doctor out, the sound of the door closing echoing from outside.

Only then did he walk over and ask the person who was struggling to sit up on the sofa: "Zevaney, what happened? How did you get so badly injured?"

Zevaney wrapped in a coat, her face exhausted, her breath somewhat unstable: "Kenzie Nabours brought the Wolf Gang’s assassins to the family demanding an explanation, the Clan Chief ordered me to the punishment hall for 50 lashes."