The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1762: What Kind of People Has Caryn Zachmann Provoked?

Leonardy Zachmann also knew Nathalie Quinlan’s character, and opened his mouth.

Before he could plead.

Caryn Zachmann interrupted him forcefully: "Dad, if she can’t even meet this one demand, why should I delete my Twitter post?"

She then laughed, dismissively: "Just because of our family connection? To be honest, aside from that bit of blood relation, I don’t have any feelings for her. She used to live in McKinney all the time, and I didn’t even know she existed until grandpa acknowledged her, and she still acts distant with people, not close to me.

I barely know her, just a Stranger, and with so many relatives in the Zachmann Family, she’s not even as close to us as Grandma. Why should I keep putting up with her? I’ve had enough!

This time is a Lesson for her. So she stops thinking that everyone in the family should yield to her all the time."

Caryn’s shoulders relaxed, very casually, facing the three with a composed and tranquil expression: "Besides, I didn’t say anything on Twitter. She was the one who reshared the Overseas Medical Association’s post, and they wanted to slap back, what could I do?"

This time, her attitude was especially resolute, just two words—no deleting!

Leonardy Zachmann and Hendrik Zachmann were at a loss with her.

The two sides were currently at a standoff.

Suddenly someone barged in.

"Who are you? Who let you in here..." The Servant at home was the first to notice someone coming in and hurriedly tried to shoo them away.

But it was clear the intruders were not to be trifled with.

Each imposing man barging in had a stern look, with large tattoos on their necks and arms, a few strong and sturdy men, not particularly tall, with sharp gazes and an all-around murderous aura.

A total of seven or eight people came in.

They didn’t waste words after coming in, scanning the people in the villa, and directly looked at Caryn Zachmann, in a hoarse, unpleasant voice: "Are you Caryn Zachmann?"

Caryn had never seen such a scene before, stunned for a moment, instinctively aware of danger. She didn’t speak, fearfully calling out: "Brother."

Hendrik Zachmann frowned, blocking in front of her, getting up to ask the few: "Who are you? Why are you barging into our house, do you know Where this is?"

The Zachmann Family isn’t one of the top few families in Beijing, but they’re not easy to mess with.

Especially in broad daylight.

No one expected such an incident.

The other side sneered coldly, not putting him in their eyes at all, with a strong bloody aura, a knife-like gaze bypassing Hendrik and once again falling on the timidly hiding Caryn, saying coldly: "You’re that seller on the Black Market? Hmph, our Old Lady took your medicine and passed away an hour ago. Our boss sent me to ask Ms. Zachmann to come with us."

"What Black Market, what medicine?" Hendrik Zachmann realized the intruders’ identities upon hearing keywords like Black Market, medicine, and boss.

The other side must be from the underworld!

Such people are not easy to mess with.

Even families like ours generally don’t want to get involved with these reckless people, to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.

How did Caryn get involved with these people?

The other side didn’t bother with unnecessary words, simply stating: "Ms. Zachmann herself sold medicine on the Black Market, she knows well what I mean. The Old Lady is gone, Ms. Zachmann at least owes our boss an explanation! Please."

His voice dragged long, his arrogant attitude not taking the Zachmann family’s power seriously.

They weren’t afraid.

"Ms. Zachmann, don’t make me ’invite’ you forcibly in front of all these people!" The man with the slicked-back hair warned again, blatantly Threatening.