Charming Lady Hard to Chase After Being Dumped novel Chapter 930

Her explanation?

Queenie fell silent for a while.

She suddenly turned her head and looked out the window. "You know what? I've actually long forgotten what my name really is. Ever since my teens when people started calling me Queenie Schmidt, I thought that I had become the real Queenie."

She lowered her head, a self-mocking smile on her lips.

"Ivy Lyons. That's my real name."

After speaking, she took a sip of red wine and said, "For so many years, the mysterious organization never contacted me, and I naively thought that I had really broken free from them. But unexpectedly, right after you obtained the V16,1 received their summons. And now, I must hand over the V16 to them."

"Why?" Nora looked at her intently.

Why would a woman who was close to death go against her own will and let herself suffer coercion from others?

"Because of my family."

Queenie... Nora still preferred to call her Queenie, whether because the name was her mother's pseudonym or any other reason. To her, her aunt was Queenie Schmidt, and in the same way, Queenie Schmidt was her aunt.

"Because my family has always been under their control."

Queenie spoke indifferently as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

Nora fell silent.

Queenie looked at her. "If they threatened Cherry or Justin's life and demanded that you hand over the V16, would you do it?"

Yes.

Almost without thinking, Nora came to an answer.

She sighed silently and stared at the steering wheel in front of her.

So, Aunt Queenie had no other choice either, right?

She turned her head to look at Queenie again, her gaze falling on her.

Queenie had always dressed sexily. Even when she was home, she wore a red silk nightgown most of the time. She had a good figure.

But Queenie was wearing a large, baggy black coat now instead.

There was sorrow in her eyes.

Seemingly from her betrayal of someone whom she once saw as her sister, yet also carrying some other meaning. It was hard to tell what it really was.

Queenie looked at her again. "So, do you hate me?"

"Most likely not."