The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1195: Nathalie Won’t Be Persuaded by Soft or Hard Tactics
Emilia Sullivan stood restlessly, feeling immensely awkward.
Her face burned with embarrassment.
That unprecedented sense of humiliation, as if Nathalie Quinlan had exposed her hypocrisy with ease, revealing her true nature.
Leaving her in a hapless state!
Embarrassed!
And even making her want to flee!
"Alright, the fifteen minutes are up, I’m in a hurry, so I’ll leave now." The girl pulled her single shoulder bag, then raised her eyes and looked at the two, speaking naturally: "Grandma Quinlan, Mrs. Quinlan, don’t come looking for me in the future, chances are we won’t sit together and have a drink again next time."
After speaking, the girl didn’t care how the two reacted, leaving briskly, her back straight and resolute, not looking back even once.
Leaving Cindy Lawrence and Emilia Sullivan standing at the café’s location.
Cindy Lawrence watched the girl walk out of the café’s door, murmuring blankly: "Just let her go like that? That damn girl left, what will Ghania do."
Emilia Sullivan only felt embarrassed and hapless, with Nathalie Quinlan’s words before leaving replaying in her mind, she clenched the hand hanging by her side and turned her head to speak to the murmuring elder, "Mom, let’s go back to the hotel first."
"I’m not going back." Cindy Lawrence, extremely unwilling, knocked her cane with a thud, her face flushed, full of anger and unwillingness: "Does she think I don’t dare to cause a scene at their school? I’ll cause a scene at their school gate every day, I don’t believe it, she is truly indifferent as she says."
Nathalie Quinlan, on what basis should she be indifferent!
She still has to attend Tsinghua University in the future.
If everyone knows she is malicious, not even sparing her own sister, how would her classmates view her?"
Cindy Lawrence just didn’t believe it, didn’t believe Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t afraid of her causing trouble as she said.
"And the principal of Tsinghua University, who is it? I will go find him. I will report how he accepted such a student. Tsinghua University is at least a prestigious university, do they only look at grades when accepting students? This ungrateful person... this ungrateful person who caused her own sister to not be able to study, ruining her sister’s entire life, such a person, Tsinghua University accepts?"
"I must make their principal expel her!"
Many people in the café looked toward them, initially keeping their voices down, quietly discussing.
After Nathalie Quinlan left, those discussion voices grew bold and loud.
"Who are these people, always wanting to see our principal, do they think our principal is very idle, that anyone can meet him? They must be joking!"
"I see this person, though quite aged, her demeanor is quite poor. I just felt sympathy for her, an old lady crying a bunch of snot and tears. Now, it seems... no different from a shrew. Nathalie Quinlan is really unlucky, encountering such people."
"I just heard them mention something about a sister, and it reminded me of something. Did you know before school started, there was a post on the school forum saying a new freshman beauty was coming, and her name seemed to be Ghania Quinlan. After that, Ghania Quinlan did quite a few bad things and was even in the news."
"Ghania Quinlan? What did she do?"
...
Emilia Sullivan heard the melon munching crowd around starting to shift the topic to Ghania Quinlan, beginning to dig into the things Ghania had done.
She couldn’t stay there for another moment.
Pulling Cindy Lawrence, who still wanted to cause a scene in the store, her tone involuntarily intensified: "Mom, let’s go back to the hotel!"
"No way, I want to find their school’s principal, we first go to Tsinghua University, let’s go to the principal’s office and cause a scene. I don’t believe it!" Cindy Lawrence, also angered to the point of confusion, thinking Tsinghua University was no different from McKinney’s No. 1 Middle School, where student parents could enter and see the principal whenever they wanted.
