The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 2085: Still Dreaming, Taught a Lesson by Emma Gabehart on the Spot

"There’s one more thing." Hansel Kingsley couldn’t wait to speak: "Do you have your own power in Zenla?"

Zevaney Kingsley was about to say that her power had long been dismantled by Nathalie Quinlan, but wisely chose to be vague: "I have a few people I can use."

"That’s enough." Hansel Kingsley gritted his teeth, saying fiercely: "I want you to do something for me, to deal with Stanley Zachmann of the Zachmann Family..."

They were still in secret negotiations.

Hansel Kingsley hadn’t even finished speaking, nor had he made any arrangements for revenge.

Suddenly, the door outside was forcefully pushed open.

With a ’bang’ sound, someone barged in!

Among the few people were men and women, all of whom looked unfriendly, swaggering in and heading straight towards Hansel and Zevaney Kingsley.

Zevaney Kingsley, who had never seen such a scene before, abruptly stood up, her eyebrows raised, and immediately pointed outside in anger: "Who are you, who let you in? Get out!"

She was furious.

Unfortunately, they completely ignored her.

It was as if they didn’t see her at all, completely disregarding her.

The woman leading the group was strikingly beautiful, with a dazzling figure under her leather jacket and skirt, chewing gum with a carefree expression.

The woman walked straight to Hansel Kingsley, slightly raised her chin, and with a tempting voice, said: "Are you the famous Sixth Elder of the Kingsleys Family?"

"..." Hansel Kingsley’s expression had already changed.

He was much shrewder than Zevaney, having seen much of the world, and knew very well that he had bodyguards outside; if these people had broken in, it meant his men outside were all gone.

He knew these people were probably here for him, so with a stern face and a wary voice, he asked: "Who are you people? From which power in Inderia?"

"Which power we’re from isn’t important. What’s important is that our boss instructed us; she wants one of your old hands." The woman spoke with a deceptively good-natured tone, smiling slightly, eyes flirtatiously narrowed: "Well, are you going to give it to us?"

Hansel Kingsley’s face suddenly changed, his breathing became rapid, and his pupils dilated. He instantly stepped back, coldly warning: "You know who I am and still dare to be this arrogant; do you dare to offend the Kingsleys Family?!"

"You just said we know who you are, do you think we dare not offend the Kingsleys?" The young pretty woman didn’t waste words and waved her hand, instructing her men: "Do what needs to be done."

She herself walked to the side, found a sofa to sit down on, pulled out her phone, as if she was here for entertainment, and lazily said: "Hurry up and finish, so I can report to the boss."

"Got it." Several people swiftly surrounded Hansel Kingsley.

Though Hansel Kingsley was old, he had been quite a figure in his youth, carrying many things with him and had impressive skills.

But these few who barged in, their identities unknown, were highly skilled, with swift and ruthless methods.

In no time, they seized all the weapons Hansel was carrying, and subdued him, pressing his head against the tea table. They took a moment to ask the woman playing with her phone on the sofa: "Does the boss want his left hand or right hand? Or both hands?"

Emma Gabehart was still playing with her phone and lifted her head in irritation upon hearing this, glancing at the red-faced, both furious and frightened Hansel.

The hand painted with nail polish was long and beautiful, supporting her chin, she said slowly: "The boss didn’t specify."

"The right hand then." She smiled and said flatly: "Other than doing bad deeds, these people’s right hands aren’t good for much else, so break it."