The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1072 - 1073: A Gift Delivered to the Door
Nathalie Quinlan pulled back her commanding presence, lazily got up from the bar, walked over to the table, picked up the backpack sitting on the tea table, and swung her long, straight legs towards the door. πππ¦β―πΈπ¦ππππ·β―π.πππ
She opened the door.
Initially, she thought the person knocking outside was Jackson Wafford, there to tell her it was time to leave.
Unexpectedly, the person she saw was a young man. Ordinary-looking, with an unimpressive height of 175 cm that would blend into any crowd, he was dressed formally in a black shirt paired with a sharp suit. His ear seemed to have a Bluetooth headset tucked into it.
Nathalie gazed up and immediately noticed the flashing light on his Bluetooth headsetβit was likely someone guiding him remotely.
The young man saw the door open.
Out came a girl who looked very young, wearing a duckbill cap pushed low over her head. The black brim of the cap obscured part of her face, giving her a casual, laid-back appearance.
He froze for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. He lowered his head politely and didnβt dare to look up again. Extending his hands forward, he presented Nathalie Quinlan with a sealed envelope. "Good day, Ms. Quinlan."
"This is a gift from my master for you."
...
At that moment, Jackson Wafford, Stella Iversen, and their group were returning and walking towards the room. They happened upon Nathalie opening the door, with a strange, unfamiliar man standing at the entrance handing her something.
"Whoβs that?" The physics professor, curious, asked abruptly.
Jackson Wafford pressed his lips together and shook his head, clearly unaware: "I donβt know. Never seen him before. Maybe heβs a friend of Nathalieβs?"
Stella Iversen heard the words "Nathalieβs friend," glanced briefly in their direction, then quickly averted her gaze. Below her eyelids, a faint purple shadow hinted that she, like Adelle Wafford, had slept poorly last night and had risen too early in the morning. Her expression now seemed increasingly dull and apathetic.
After yesterdayβs incident of Charles Quarles showing up, she had no interest in digging into the background of this freshman from the Chinese Medicine Department.
Her only desire was to return safely to Beijing.
She resolved not to provoke this girl named Nathalie Quinlan again and focus solely on her research work.
...
When Nathalie saw the envelope held out to her, she didnβt reach out to take it immediately. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and glanced at the logo on the envelope.
Her tone was calm: "Go back and tell him itβs unnecessary. Iβve already bought my airplane tickets."
The young man blocking her doorway seemed troubled. He raised his head slightly, stood a bit straighter, and stiffened his posture.
Nathalie noticed the flashing light on his Bluetooth headset in his left ear and guessed that someone on the other end was probably hearing her words.
Sure enough, within seconds, the young man dropped his gaze again and, with utmost respect, once more offered the envelope to her.
"Ms. Quinlan, our master said the envelope contains airplane tickets for you and your professors. He has arranged your boarding and also upgraded your seats to first class for better comfort."
Nathalie said nothing yet.
The man raised his eyes again and, like a robot, began repeating, enunciating each word carefully: "He asks that you kindly accept this gift. He is busy this time and cannot meet you in person. This is his token of appreciation. He knows you havenβt been sleeping well. The flight is long, and first-class seats are more comfortable, allowing you to get better rest during the journey."
Nathalieβs gaze lifted, and she caught sight of Jackson Waffordβs group not far away. Her eyes darkened slightly, an irritated look flashing across her face. She took the envelope from the manβs hands without further argument and left him with a terse reply: "Help me thank him. Iβll transfer the money back to him later."
