The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1559: Someone You Can’t Afford to Mess With

At this moment in Orlais, in an abandoned chemical factory in the M country.

Evelyn Quarles was tied up and thrown to the side. Not far from her stood a young woman dressed in black motorcycle leather jacket and pants, with a hot and tall figure.

The woman looked very spirited and striking from her appearance, the kind that catches the eye intensely.

She never cared about Evelyn Quarles’ gaze on her, leisurely walking to the side to fish out a perfectly good chair from a pile of junk, then dragged the chair out, wiped it clean with a piece of paper, and plopped herself down.

Evelyn Quarles watched in horror as the other nonchalantly pulled out a small tablet, quickly assembled it into a small computer, and started going online right in front of her.

She bit her lip, her eyes flickering for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to speak, "Who are you?"

The young woman seemed to have logged into some chat software, and upon hearing her speak, turned around, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at her.

She didn’t even bother to block her open computer screen.

"You..." Evelyn Quarles struggled to get a clearer look, but unfortunately, being too far, the small computer seemed to have a privacy screen filter, and she could only see a blank white screen, unable to discern what kind of chat software it was.

She had to bite her lip again, unwillingly shifting her gaze, fixing her eyes on the young woman, lowering her voice to threaten, "Why did you kidnap me? Do you know who I am? I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise when my aunt and dad find this place, they absolutely won’t let you go."

"Oh."

The young woman gave her a light look, seemingly unperturbed by the intimidation, even having the mood to smile.

She looked at her with an exceptionally gentle and warm gaze, saying, "Ms. Quarles, have you ever thought about what if they haven’t found you yet, and I’ve already got rid of you?"

Such a gentle tone.

Evelyn Quarles was scared pale!

"Tsk, I’m just kidding. Rest assured, whether you live or die isn’t up to me. As long as someone wants you alive, you’ll keep living."

The young woman crossed her legs, her beautiful eyes darkened slightly, then she shifted the conversation, "Of course, if she wants you dead, you probably won’t see tomorrow’s sun."

"Who... who are you talking about?" Evelyn Quarles’ pupils couldn’t hide the panic, showing she had never encountered such a situation and was actually very afraid.

"Hmm." The young woman’s gaze swept over her, her red lips curled up, without directly answering her, she slowly said, "Someone you can’t afford to offend."

Evelyn Quarles, unwilling to give up, originally wanted to ask more.

But the other party didn’t have the patience to play a question-and-answer game with her, very ’considerately’ reminded her, "Ms. Quarles, if you continue talking nonsense, I’ll have to find a stinky sock to stuff in your mouth. Are you sure you want to keep chatting?"

Evelyn Quarles, spoiled and pampered from a young age, developed a character too proud to let someone gag her with a stinky sock.

So her expression changed repeatedly, but she ultimately smartly quieted down.

Within dozens of kilometers, there was only this abandoned chemical factory; inside the factory, there were only the two of them.

After Evelyn Quarles quieted down, the vast chemical factory became quiet along with her.

The young woman, satisfied, turned around and continued fiddling with her small computer.

Evelyn Quarles could only hear the clattering of the keyboard, without knowing who the other was contacting or why she kidnapped herself...