The Unveiling of Secret Queen

The lock emitted a soft ’click’.

Zevaney Kingsley slowly lifted her head, her eyes so swollen like walnuts that they no longer resembled their original appearance, looking truly unbearable.

She sat alone, slumped on the cold floor, recalling the scene from two hours ago when Lynn Kingsley visited, still feeling as if it had happened just a second ago.

Zevaney could not comprehend why Lynn was so ruthless this time to expel her from the younger generation!

She grew up by Lynn’s side, under the halo of a genius, Lynn always treated her kindly.

She had reached where she was step by step, all thanks to Lynn’s favor! But everything abruptly stopped two hours ago...

She was about to be reverted to her original state, no longer the chosen new generation leader of the Kingsleys Family.

If without this identity shield, as a collateral, how would she stand firm in the family? She would only revert to being an unnoticed poor little thing.

A Zevaney Kingsley who is nothing!

The woman, with a beautiful face, gradually grew fiercer in her gaze, wiped her face with her hand, and unwillingly stood up, stumbling to find her phone from the sofa.

She first called Willy Kingsley.

Because Willy ’reminded’ her before Lynn Kingsley came.

Willy must know some insider information...

"Beep beep."

The phone rang seven or eight times.

Zevaney finally heard some commotion on the other end. She impatiently said, "Hello. I..."

A mechanical girl’s voice interrupted her over the phone: "Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unable to take your call, please try again later."

Zevaney gritted her teeth, took her phone, and coldly dialed Willy’s number again.

The result was still the same this time.

"Sorry, the user you dialed..."

Zevaney directly hung up the call.

She picked up the coat draped over the sofa, walking out while sending a voice message to Marco Lordon: "Marco, I need to see you. I’ll be at No. 36, Forestview Avenue waiting for you. You, you must come, I have something very important to tell you."

Just in case Marco was unwilling to come, Zevaney edited a lengthy text message—meaning that after knowing each other for so many years, their feelings had always been there, and she was encountering some tricky situation, hoping Marco could come out and talk to her, even if he couldn’t help, at least she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

Zevaney finished editing the message and sent it out.

Seeing that Marco had read it, she was relieved.

Marco Lordon was different from Khendy Lordon.

Khendy appeared benevolent but was ruthless, while Marco was a soft-hearted person.

Zevaney was certain that as long as Marco had read her message, he would go out to see her. She wanted to take this opportunity to ask Marco to help check whether there was Nathalie Quinlan’s handiwork in this...

*

Nathalie Quinlan was still unaware that while she sat at home, trouble was falling from the sky.

She was in seclusion, comparing the forms she found in the archives with the ones Nicholas Fuller sent over.

After a thorough comparison, she could basically confirm the two forms combined into a complete Morse Code, specifically the advanced Morse Code frequently used by Lynette Kingsley.

Decoding Morse Code would require time.

Nathalie took out a small notebook, found a pen, and immersed herself in her room, translating character by character.

This task required extreme patience; a mistake in just one character meant starting over entirely.

She always focused when doing tasks.

Once she was focused, nothing outside the window would trouble her; she was completely unconcerned with the external world’s affairs.