The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1148: Only Today Did I Understand the Meaning of That Sentence

The VCR’s pixel resolution was incredibly high.

It was clear she hadn’t used any beauty filters.

Yet the girl’s skin, captured straight into the camera, appeared flawless, radiant, and alabaster, like an exquisite piece of porcelain.

What was even more captivating than her dazzlingly fair skin was her face directly in front of the lens—her features delicate and outstanding, her aura uniquely striking.

"Qiao... Nathalie Quinlan???" Zeus Tanzil was dumbfounded.

Stewin Hoffman and Zayn Fisher were equally shocked.

Especially Zayn Fisher.

He stared at the girl introducing intangible cultural heritage in a slow, unhurried tone as if he’d been struck by lightning, his heartbeat racing furiously, a roaring noise almost drowning out his thoughts.

Nathalie Quinlan??

Nathalie Quinlan is Lighten Chaser?

He recalled the moment when Ghania Quinlan was tagged by Light Chaser’s main account on Twitter with the comment—"Would you die if you didn’t pretend?"

Sassy and arrogant.

It was exactly the same tone Nathalie Quinlan used when she got annoyed!

Why hadn’t he considered that Nathalie could be Lighten Chaser back then?

Zayn Fisher sat stiffly where he was, no longer wanting to finish watching the whole video. He feared that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop asking himself just what he had missed...

He remembered someone had once said to him.

Choosing Ghania Quinlan over Nathalie Quinlan was like picking sesame seeds and throwing away a watermelon.

At the time, he had dismissed it with disdain, thinking that Ghania was the true daughter of the Quinlan Family, while Nathalie was merely an orphan they had picked up.

Ghania had excellent grades, a gentle and fragile demeanor, played the piano beautifully, and was even the school belle of No. 1 Middle School.

Compared to Ghania, Nathalie was hardly worth mentioning.

Back then, he had thought the person who said he’d forsaken a true treasure for Ghania must have been utterly deranged.

Only now, at this moment, did he seem to understand the contempt and disdain in that person’s gaze!

*

At The Zachmanns’ Mansion.

Mr. Zachmann finished dividing the last of his real estate assets, exhaling a slow breath of turbid air before picking up the tea offered by the caretaker and sipping it. His pale face regained a slight hint of vitality.

He handed the teacup back to the caretaker behind him, then swept his gaze across everyone present, speaking with authority, "That’s pretty much it. I trust no one has objections?"

Celine Tucker was too furious to speak. Were it not for years of cultivated grace keeping her from acting too unbecomingly in public, she might have rolled her eyes at him.

Even though she tried to control her emotions with all her strength, her face still blanched with anger. She turned away, not bothering to say a word.

The old man was clearly partial to Room One’s family!

But what could she say when Leonardy Zachmann neither contended nor cared? She, as an outsider, had no right to speak up!

She had no choice but to endure!

Her silence didn’t mean that others kept quiet.

After being slapped, Caryn Zachmann had been acting like a lifeless wooden post the entire time—her expression sullen with her brows and the corners of her eyes drooping, lost deep in thought.

When Mr. Zachmann posed his question, Caryn suddenly raised her head, her eyes sharp and dark as they swept a glimpse at the girl not far away before retracting the hatred in her gaze. With a composed and graceful tone, she said, "Grandfather, I have something to say."

"Oh?"

Mr. Zachmann lifted his eyes to look at her, his expression challenging to decipher, though he refrained from saying anything. After all, Caryn had been his beloved granddaughter since childhood, bound by blood ties. He simply replied, "If you have something to say, speak up. Once this division is finalized, we will proceed based on it from now on. If anyone causes trouble afterwards, I won’t hesitate to sever ties with them."

Leonardy Zachmann furrowed his brow, meaning to tell him he had no objections to the division.

Mr. Zachmann had allocated everything rather fairly, even favoring their family slightly since the majority of the houses and properties went to his elder brother’s family.

However, the most profitable and socially prestigious enterprise segment had been entrusted to him by Mr. Zachmann.