The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1759: Nathalie: Hammer of Thor

Lowie Wilmar sat across from her, watching the girl play on her computer. He reached out to take a sip of coffee from the table, leaning back leisurely. His peach blossom eyes half-closed, alluring, he murmured, "Did the hammer arrive?"

Nathalie Quinlan’s pale hand opened the email, scanning through it quickly.

She curled her lips into a bold and carefree smile, lazily lifting her gaze to give him a look, her tone quite arrogant: "Ah, the Hammer of Thor."

Lowie was taken aback, then looked at her exquisite and striking face, understanding in his heart. He shrugged his shoulders and silently mourned for Caryn Zachmann for three seconds: "Aren’t you about to hammer someone into a pit?"

Nathalie had already lowered her head and was editing.

Her brows and eyes were quite cold and irritable.

She didn’t say it, but she knew it in her heart.

Once she swung this hammer, Caryn Zachmann was likely going down.

Seeing that she said nothing, Lowie, who enjoyed a bit of drama, smiled brightly: "Oh, I forgot to remind you."

"Caryn Zachmann posted a new moment on Twitter half an hour ago, publicly calling you out to address things openly instead of in private."

With Nathalie’s quick hands and editing being a piece of cake for her,

By the time Lowie finished speaking, she had already erased the crucial information from the email, leaving only the response from the medical certification organization.

She lifted her eyes, glancing disdainfully at someone, her long, straight leg resting under the table in a very insolent manner: "Watching the show?"

Lowie’s heart almost raced from her glance.

But he quickly remembered he no longer had a chance, and his expression turned slightly bitter.

However, in an instant, he hid that sliver of bitterness beneath a nonchalant exterior, covering it up well: "How could I! Am I that kind of person? Nathalie, don’t you believe me?"

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, seeing through him, feeling he was just watching the drama unfold.

Lowie felt uneasy under her sharp gaze, and with a fist near his mouth, he coughed lightly, quite unconvincingly: "Ahem, I’m not really just watching. I just want to see if Caryn Zachmann will regret it after you address things openly on Twitter as she requested."

He expected Caryn Zachmann would regret it afterward, deeply regret it.

Unfortunately, there’s no remorse potion available in this world.

Caryn Zachmann didn’t leave room for others, and in the end, she didn’t leave any for herself either!

Reaching this point wasn’t anyone else’s fault.

Hopefully, when she regrets it, she’ll think about what she did initially.

"That’s her business, I don’t care," Nathalie responded very coldly, seemingly unwilling to bring up Caryn Zachmann.

Lowie suppressed his grin and took on a serious look at her: "You already gave her a chance; she didn’t cherish it and dragged the Chinese Medicine department and Mr. Avalon down with her. She insisted on escalating things, so no one could do anything."

Nathalie had already edited the tweet, she just hadn’t sent it out yet.

But her hesitation had nothing to do with Caryn Zachmann.

She was just considering Audrick Zachmann and Mr. Zachmann.

Lowie’s words served as a reminder for her.

This time, Caryn Zachmann involved not only herself but also innocent people. Nathalie narrowed the coldness in her eyes, and, with alabaster fingers, pressed send on the tweet.

As soon as she posted on Twitter, her phone kept buzzing nonstop with Twitter notifications, ringing incessantly, and the noise was bothering her.

Nathalie didn’t look at any of them, directly exiting Twitter, then found Audrick Zachmann on WhatsApp and sent him a message.