The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1213: Little Demon King Transforms into Nathalie’s Puppy

In any case, this list still needs to be submitted. Even if she can’t participate in the competition, she won’t be chosen like Nathalie Quinlan. At most, someone from Southern University will represent the country in the competition.

She’s different from Nathalie Quinlan. As long as there’s a one in ten thousand chance, she will do her best to seize it.

So regardless of the outcome, she definitely wants to prepare in advance for the competition.

After all, three days later, the final list of representatives for the national competition will be announced.

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Nathalie Quinlan, whom she was thinking about, was currently sitting in a hot pot restaurant in the Central Business District.

The soup base had just been served.

The waiter, with a keen eye, closed the door to the private room for them.

Candice Yancey rolled up her shirt sleeves and was about to pour drinks for the two of them when suddenly a little boy acted much faster than her.

Before she could pour the drinks, he hugged the bottle of Cola, took short steps to laboriously pour a glass, and immediately offered it to the girl, with a voice as sweet as anything: "Sister, have a drink."

It had been a long time since Nathalie Quinlan had seen the little guy. Seeing Edric Yancey, the indifference in her eyes softened considerably.

The corners of her mouth slightly lifted, showing that she was in a particularly good mood: "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." Edric Yancey’s fair little face was ever so obedient and well-behaved as he poured a glass of Cola for Candice Yancey as well, handing it over: "Grandma, your Cola."

The little demon king at home has never been one to show a pleasant face.

When he’s in a good mood, he might talk to you for a couple of sentences.

But if he’s not in a good mood, you could talk to him for an hour and he might not respond with even a single word.

They have always spoiled him.

Which has developed Edric Yancey’s unruly nature. Plus, since he was born with a leg disability, Edric Yancey has a personality that’s even more peculiar and reclusive than other kids his age.

Candice Yancey has never enjoyed the ’care’ of her own grandson.

She immediately took the cup the little guy handed over with both hands, feeling flattered: "Edric, what about yourself? Do you want me to ask the waiter to get you a bib?"

Edric Yancey sat in his chair, silently gave her a glance. His posture was upright, indicating that he was a well-educated child.

"I don’t need a bib."

He pursed his pink lips, glanced stealthily in Nathalie Quinlan’s direction, and awkwardly added: "I won’t dirty my clothes."

"Alright, alright, we won’t use a bib." Candice Yancey has always spoiled this grandson unconditionally. If he says he doesn’t want something, Candice Yancey immediately says it’s not needed.

Edric Yancey seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and enthusiastically started serving Nathalie Quinlan more food.

Candice Yancey finally realized that this little ancestor at home wasn’t suddenly well-behaved. Mainly, it was because Nathalie Quinlan was there, and he wanted to show off in front of her.

Having noticed this, Candice Yancey felt both amused and helpless. While waiting for the ingredients in the hot pot to be cooked, she chatted with Nathalie Quinlan: "Recently, I took Edric abroad for an examination. Edric’s left leg has started to develop normally. They said Edric will be like an ordinary child in the future and won’t suffer anymore!"

Talking about this, Candice Yancey couldn’t help but get emotional. Her eyes grew warm, and she looked at the girl, saying: "Nathalie, thank you."

"Mrs. Yancey, please don’t say that." Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t used to such things.

Candice Yancey had spent some time with her and understood her personality. She laughed through her tears and didn’t bring it up again: "You’re right. We’re all one family, saying this is too distant."

She said ’family’ with particular ease.

Nathalie Quinlan had been blanching a piece of tender beef in the clear broth pot. Hearing this, her fingers gripping the chopsticks tightened but she didn’t deny it.