The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1781: Nathalie: Good, I’m Not Easy to Mess With Either

Outside the hospital.

After Nathalie went out, her phone started ringing.

But this time, it wasn’t Sadam Vinson calling her, it was Lowie Wilmar’s phone call.

She glanced at the caller ID, picked up, and asked casually, "How’s it going? Have you found the person?"

"Tsk." Lowie clicked his tongue and said flippantly, "Boss, you personally came out, and there’s still someone you can’t find?"

He joked for a moment, then got straight to the point.

"I brought people to look for that punk immediately according to the location you gave me. The punk didn’t know who we are and has been subdued by us."

Lowie continued lazily: "I figured you were busy, so I didn’t call you and questioned him on your behalf. This guy’s lips are loose; after a few punches, he confessed. He belongs to the Heburn Family, and according to him, he’s just a delivery boy for them, a small fry. Seeing how cowardly he is, he probably isn’t lying."

"How do you plan to deal with it now?"

Nathalie squinted, a cold arc lifted at the corner of her lips, and her voice was both hoarse and rogue-like, "Which hand did he use to deliver the parcel?"

"That’s a good question!" Lowie swiftly replied, "I’ll go ask him later."

Nathalie glanced at the traffic outside. It was midday in October, the sky in Beijing was high and the weather was brisk, with pedestrians rushing back and forth.

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her lashes, and concisely said, "Break his hand and send him to the Heburn Family. Tell him to pass a message to Riandy Heburn for me..."

The girl’s voice was clear and indifferent as she finished.

However, after Lowie heard it, he was speechless for several seconds.

Only after fully processing it did he admiringly say to her, "Boss, you’re really going to stir things up in Beijing!"

"The Heburn Family isn’t as simple as it seems. I don’t know much about them, but I’ve heard some rumors. It’s said that behind the Heburn Family, there’s the shadow of the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family."

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, clearly unmoved, "Oh."

"I’m not sure if when you visited Inderia, Mr. Norton mentioned the distribution of major power players there. The person behind the Heburn Family could very likely be Zevaney Kingsley from the Kingsleys Family. In Inderia, Zevaney is very influential, not someone to be trifled with."

"Coincidentally, I’m not someone to be trifled with either." Nathalie lazily retorted, and then unhurriedly said, "This time, I’m targeting the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family."

—I’m targeting the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family!

Such words, looking at the entire Beijing, how many people would dare to say them?

The girl spoke with ease and indifference.

But no one dared to doubt the weight under this ease and indifference.

Arrogant enough, audacious enough!

Lowie wisely shut his mouth and said straightforwardly, "Alright then, I’ll do as you said. I’ll first ask him which hand he used to deliver the parcel, to avoid breaking the wrong one and ending up breaking both his hands."

"We’ll hang up for now."

He hung up the phone.

Nathalie didn’t go far and found a place nearby to grab a drink. After sitting down, she ordered a glass of lemon water.

Then she opened the bag she brought, took out the laptop she carried with her, placed it on the table, and booted it up.

The computer started instantly.

Nathalie’s long fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times, and soon, a search engine popped up on the computer, followed by a string of numerical codes.

Soon, a target was locked in.

She took out her phone, her legs under the table were straight and long, and she made a call to Jeremiah Bonette: "Hello, Mr. Bonette."

"You mentioned before that you owe me a favor, does that still count now?"