The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1758: I’m Not the One Who Wants to Crush Her—She Wants to Crush Herself

Chapter 1758: Chapter 1758: I’m Not the One Who Wants to Crush Her—She Wants to Crush Herself

Lowie Wilmar saw her speechless reaction and chuckled, "You didn’t know? Recently online, everyone’s been calling you that. Your fans don’t call you Lighten Chaser anymore, it’s all Nathalie the Goddess, Master Quinlan, Mega Boss."

Nathalie Quinlan managed to ignore his teasing at the first two titles, but at the last one, she couldn’t help it. She tapped her hand on the table, her upturned eyes bold and carefree, "Did you bring what I asked for?"

Lowie Wilmar became serious, "Don’t worry, you specifically asked me to bring it out for you. How could I forget?"

As he spoke, he took out a USB flash drive and handed it to the girl.

Then he looked at her again, adjusted his expression, losing the playful smile he had when he first saw Nathalie, and asked her quite seriously, "Are you planning to completely take down Caryn Zachmann this time?"

Nathalie took the USB flash drive from his hand, inserted it into the tablet she brought, then connected the data from the tablet that Lowie gave her and sent it to the medical certification institution.

It would take some time to connect on that end.

Nathalie wasn’t in a hurry; she placed the tablet on her leg to wait for their reply. Meanwhile, she casually picked up the water Lowie ordered for her, took a sip, lazily leaned back, with a hint of indifference in her brow, and looked at him without avoiding his gaze, "It’s not that I intend to take her down; she’s setting herself up for it. I’m just helping her fulfill her wish."

Lowie Wilmar snorted, having no objections, but remembered something and mentioned to Nathalie, "Speaking of, she’s really good at digging her own grave."

"For the past few days on the black market, there’s been a massive buy-sell activity of small pills."

Nathalie glanced at him.

Lowie Wilmar laughed, "You know since grade three you haven’t had time to deal with it, so the market hasn’t seen the pills for a long time. Now that these small pills have resurfaced, people are scrambling for them like crazy, thinking they’re the same as yours. Many of our old clients have bought them."

"The seller is really good at winning people over. Anyone with some background who approaches her for the drugs, she never refuses, always doing them favors." Speaking of this, Lowie Wilmar’s smile had a somewhat unclear meaning.

Nathalie was lazy before, setting rules to sell only three pills a month, no more than that. If they didn’t buy it, tough luck.

Not even the king of heaven would receive any face from her.

Caryn Zachmann was different.

Caryn Zachmann, in order to win over various powers, sold at least three or four bottles in just a few days.

"She sold about a hundred pills this time." Lowie Wilmar’s voice was soft, his eyes showing disdain for Caryn Zachmann’s small-minded ways.

The small pills were so precious on the black market because they were inherently rare.

What Caryn Zachmann’s doing seems like short-term gain, but in reality, her actions are akin to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, destroying the intrinsic value of the pills.

If the pills no longer have their original value, how much value can a seller of ’small pills’ possess?

Such a simple and obvious truth, Caryn Zachmann surprisingly doesn’t understand.

Lowie Wilmar could only say she’s blinded by profit.

"She sold a hundred pills?" Nathalie was initially a bit surprised, surprised that Caryn Zachmann could produce so many fakes in such a short period of time. She wondered if she should commend her effort.

Then she remembered the medicine Leonardy Zachmann brought to Mr. Zachmann.

Just a single pill.

Even wrapped in a brocade box.

Caryn Zachmann had repeatedly emphasized that this pill was hard to come by, there was only one, and she’d bring more to Mr. Zachmann when she could.

She revealed an enlightened expression.

So in Caryn Zachmann’s eyes, her family only deserved a single pill.

Just then, the computer on her leg made a ’ding’ sound, and Nathalie lowered her gaze; ah, the medical certification institution had replied.