The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1794: Zevaney Kingsley Gets Face Slapped!
Jeremiah Bonette had no intention of returning that batch of goods on her account, which somewhat surprised Zevaney Kingsley.
She walked back to the sofa with her phone, crossed her legs as she sat down, and poured herself a glass of Tequila. One hand held the phone, her line of sight still on the text message Jeremiah sent her three minutes ago, while the other hand subconsciously swirled the goblet in her hand.
The brightly colored liquor rippled in the glass.
Zevaney elegantly held the goblet, not in a hurry to drink, instead deliberately placing the red wine glass back down, and refocused her attention entirely on the text, slightly narrowing her eyes and curving her red lips with an ambiguous expression.
In the message, Jeremiah clearly addressed her as Ms. Kingsley.
That is to say, he was well aware of her identity and the power she represented.
However, even in this situation, Jeremiah still rejected her.
Zevaney was somewhat unprepared for this result, but she didn’t take it to heart.
In her eyes, Jeremiah and the Zachmann Family were no different, both were people she didn’t need to bother remembering, she condescended to approach them.
The other party still wouldn’t give her face...
Then she could only rudely slap that face back! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Zevaney scrolled through her phone contacts and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end was both surprised and delighted, showing just how much they wanted to curry favor with her.
Zevaney lowered her eyes slightly, elegantly and calmly saying: "It’s like this, I have a batch of goods that’s been held up at..."
A few minutes later, Zevaney ended the call and placed the phone back on the tea table.
Then unhurriedly, she took the goblet off the tea table, tilted her head, and drank the well-aerated Tequila in one go.
After she finished drinking, she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The next day.
Zevaney only received the message from the Illegal Zone around noon.
The underground auction house she had set up for a long time in the Illegal Zone was gone.
The work of the Black Mandala.
A deadly strike.
It directly leveled her underground auction house.
Zevaney received this message at noon and her mind buzzed for a long time without recovering until her people urgently asked her, "Ms. Kingsley, how did you end up provoking the Black Mandala? Haven’t they been hidden for a long time?"
"..." Zevaney bit her lower lip, unable to make any sound for a long time, feeling equally at a loss.
How was she supposed to know she would provoke the Black Mandala?
She hadn’t had any contact with these people at all!
These were all ruthless people.
Who would deliberately go provoke this organization?
Zevaney had just hung up the phone and was feeling a headache as she prepared to contact Inderia over there to find someone to check out what was going on.
Unexpectedly, before she could call, someone from Inderia had already contacted her.
"Uncle."
Zevaney had always been more cautious and respectful when facing Willy Kingsley, as Willy managed a branch of the Kingsleys Family and had considerable power under his command.
She was always smart enough to know who to be polite to.
Just as she finished greeting him, she heard Willy’s very angry voice: "What did you do in Beijing?"
"What?" Zevaney was a bit confused, instinctively furrowing her brows, holding back her temper, and maintaining her composure and poise: "I’ve been staying in the hotel these days, why? Did something happen?"
"You’ve been in the hotel and haven’t gone out? Didn’t provoke anyone?"
Willy obviously didn’t believe her, but after Zevaney confirmed again that she hadn’t gone out or provoked anyone.
Only then did he, with a bad tone, say: "The Yandor Sect turned over all of our important strongholds. We’ve suffered a huge loss this time!"
