The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1123: Caryn Zachmann Throws a Tantrum

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t give Tiffany Olsen a chance to plead with her to stay. She turned around, waved at a few people casually, and strode off with large steps, walking away with flair, without looking back.

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At the same time, on the other side of the backstage, Caryn Zachmann had already smashed everything within her reach that could be broken.

Her face looked awful, dark as the bottom of a pot, and tinged with a terrifying shade of greenish-black.

Second place?

Ha! What a joke!

Mr. Wafford and the others really know how to play games!

Caryn Zachmann’s chest rose and fell violently, her mind clouded with anger, her eyelids fluttering, and her heart pounding so fiercely it almost jumped out of her throat.

She sat at the makeup table, gazing at her meticulously crafted face in the mirror as though staring at a clown. Thinking about the final ranking, she felt a block in her chest that wouldn’t go away. She grabbed the makeup liquid and smashed it against the mirror with a "crack."

The glass bottle struck the mirror, creating a spiderweb-like crack spreading across its surface.

Caryn Zachmann remained composed, pressing her hands firmly against the makeup table, her face full of hatred as she stared at the cracked mirror, as if through it, she could see the face of the girl she despised—a face full of arrogance and mockery.

As the image of Nathalie Quinlan’s face and her lazy, indifferent gaze flashed in her mind, Caryn’s neck felt as if it were being squeezed, and she gasped heavily for air... 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Senior." Chloe Bailey and the others trembled in the corner. None of them dared to step forward to calm her down. Each looked at the other, still dumbfounded by their loss during the opening ceremony.

In their eyes, there was no way they could lose to the Chinese Medicine department, which had only a few students, especially when they had the support of Light Chaser himself and Audrick Zachmann.

But the results were out—they had indeed lost to the Chinese Medicine department.

Furthermore, during Nathalie Quinlan and Tiffany Olsen’s performance, they had been hiding backstage, watching every detail. While it was hard to call the winner for the dance part, their senior had undoubtedly been overwhelmed by Nathalie Quinlan’s radiance.

The girl stood on stage, wild and unrestrained, capturing everyone’s attention—even in just a small corner of the stage, she shined as though she were the center of the universe.

The electronic keyboard version of "Nirvana" completely crushed their senior’s piano rendition, leaving no chance of recovery.

Chloe Bailey watched Caryn Zachmann gradually calm down from her initial rage, biting her lip and hesitating to voice her thoughts. She stiffened her nerve, walked over, and muttered indignantly, "Senior, there must be foul play in these results!"

"The school clearly just wanted to hype up the newcomers. Mr. Wafford and the others were way over the top. Even if they wanted to promote the top scholar in the college entrance examination, they shouldn’t mess with the scores. Maybe... maybe we should talk to the professor and ask him to step in..."

She was suggesting that Adelle Wafford should step forward and demand the scores be recalculated.

At this moment, Caryn Zachmann’s mind was still filled with humiliation. When she heard Chloe Bailey’s suggestion, her head shot up sharply to look at her.

Her gaze was so fierce it seemed like she could swallow Chloe whole.

Chloe Bailey felt a chill down her spine under her senior’s glare. She instinctively shrank her neck and nervously called out, "Senior Caryn..."

Senior Caryn looked terrifying—like she might devour someone whole.

Hearing Chloe call her, Caryn Zachmann seemed to snap out of it. Her eyes flickered, and she shifted her glare away, speaking coldly with suppressed resentment, "If I ask Professor Wafford to step in about the competition results now, doesn’t that mean I’m admitting to everyone that I can’t afford to lose?"

"I... I didn’t mean that. I just want to stand up for you, Senior." Chloe Bailey was frightened into a pale complexion, hurrying to explain, "The results were blatantly unfair to us. Senior Caryn, you poured so much effort into preparing for this performance, and it’s outrageous for them to treat you like this. I couldn’t help it..."

"I know."

Caryn Zachmann seemed to calm down a little. Her words expressed understanding, but her fingers were tightly clenched, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.