The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1073: Preparing to Return to Beijing!

The other party’s Bluetooth headset lit up again.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t wait for him to repeat, her attitude cold and unfeeling, concise and clear: "If he doesn’t accept it, I won’t accept this gift either."

The other party froze briefly, as if the person on the other end had said something else. He regained his composure, nodded quickly, looked up, and politely said to Ms. Quinlan in a gentle voice: "Alright, Ms. Quinlan, I won’t disturb you any further."

"Mm." Nathalie Quinlan held the envelope with her fingers, her posture lazy, and hummed indifferently.

The other party didn’t say anything else, walked away quickly, and in the blink of an eye brushed past Jackson Wafford and his team, disappearing at the end of the corridor on this floor, as though he had never been there...

*

Jackson Wafford and his group waited until the man had left before walking over.

He furrowed his brow slightly, instinctively feeling a sense of discomfort about the person who just brushed past him—not as agreeable as Nathalie’s flamboyantly dressed friend earlier.

"Nathalie, who was that just now..." Given it involved a student’s personal matters, he didn’t want to pry but still asked anyway.

"Just someone I know." Nathalie opened the envelope in her hand, pulled out the airplane tickets inside, took her own ticket, and handed him the envelope along with the remaining tickets, saying breezily: "He probably heard I was coming and sent tickets over. It’s fine, I’ll transfer the money back to him later. Here are your tickets, Principal. Check if they’re right."

"Oh." She spoke so casually, as though she hadn’t given the matter any serious thought. Jackson Wafford didn’t feel it was appropriate to probe further, took the envelope from her hand, pulled out the tickets, and verified them. After confirming there were no issues and that they were indeed their tickets, he looked up and said warmly to Nathalie: "Professor Zachmann and the others have already gone to the airport and are waiting for us there. Let’s head over now."

"Okay."

Nathalie had already packed everything. She picked up her phone and sent a message to @ilovebeingskinny to let them know she was leaving. Then, after a moment’s thought, she opened an account she rarely used and transferred a sum of money.

Jackson Wafford didn’t see what she was doing while looking down at her phone. He only saw her seemingly playing with her phone, so he left her alone and told a few other professors to quickly get their luggage packed.

He walked back to his room with the envelope and started packing as well.

He hadn’t brought much with him.

Compared to the two female professors who came along, his belongings were minimal—just two changes of clothes and some essential medication.

It didn’t take him much time to finish packing.

As he zipped up his suitcase and prepared to leave the room, his peripheral vision caught sight of the envelope he had placed on one side of the table when he first entered.

The envelope had flipped over.

A symbol was printed on it.

Jackson Wafford thought the symbol looked quite familiar, so he picked it up and examined it closely.

Upon closer inspection, the envelope seemed to bear a seal—a red circular stamp with a traditional Chinese character inside, styled like an oracle bone script.

Before Jackson Wafford became the principal of Tsinghua University, his specialization had been archaeological and oracle bone script research, so he recognized the character at a glance.

"Tian."

"Tian?" Holding the envelope, he stood rooted to the spot, frowning and pondering for a long while. Suddenly, as if something clicked in his memory, his gaze flickered with surprise and disbelief: "Maybelissa?"

That’s why the seal looked so familiar—it was the stamp of Maybelissa, wasn’t it?

Maybelissa was an enormously powerful organization that had risen to prominence in recent years. Not only did they have a presence internationally and in the Illegal Zone, but traces of them could also be found domestically.

For instance, the investor behind the Interstellar Group was none other than Maybelissa.

Not to mention, the owner of the Golden Pavilion hotel where they were currently staying was reportedly associated with Maybelissa as well.

As for who exactly was behind Maybelissa, no one knew—it was shrouded in mystery. Even someone like him couldn’t discern their true nature.

Nathalie’s "someone I know" is connected to Maybelissa??