The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1254: She Still Feels Pressure with 90,000 Yuan

Maybelissa’s people can access the world’s most cutting-edge technology, the best research laboratories, and obtain firsthand information.

The environment he comes into contact with is different from Caryn Zachmann’s, not just Beijing and the domestic area, the people around him are all elites among the global elites. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

As the favored son of the Zachmann Family, Hendrik Zachmann is experiencing defeat for the first time, and the one who made things difficult for him is none other than his own little cousin.

Hendrik Zachmann massaged his throbbing temples and sighed.

Nathalie Quinlan doesn’t pick up his phone call, so he has to find another way to contact Nathalie Quinlan.

Fortunately, he had previously added the girl’s WhatsApp via QR code provided by Audrick Zachmann. Hendrik Zachmann found Nathalie Quinlan’s avatar in WhatsApp.

The girl’s post is visible for three days.

However, the post is clean, with nothing in it.

It’s clear she’s not someone who likes to share her private life.

Hendrik Zachmann took another look at the girl’s avatar, a white avatar as clean as her post. If it weren’t for the nickname still visible on WhatsApp, he’d think it was an unused account.

[QN].

Hendrik Zachmann stared at the WhatsApp account on the phone, pondered for a moment, and couldn’t think of anything to say, so he simply didn’t say anything.

Found the money transfer option on WhatsApp and sent a transfer.

The transfer includes a space for a message, so he left a short message.

*

Once Nathalie Quinlan finished modifying the remaining music score, it was already ten at night.

After testing the sound of the revised music score and confirming there were no issues, she sent it to Stephanie Tanzil’s email, then dropped the pen and went to the bathroom for a cold shower. Only afterward, dressed in a bathrobe without haste, did she come out and pour herself a glass of hot water.

With one hand holding the hot water, Nathalie Quinlan picked up the phone she’d just turned off and charged by her side, standing leisurely and casually.

As soon as the phone turned on.

Several messages came through.

Leo Dunn sent her the group competition schedule, the topic they bet on this time, and some information.

Winston Sullivan didn’t say much, only mentioned that during the software competition period, the department approved a two-week vacation for her.

And then there were messages from Justin Wafford and the others.

Justin Wafford asked if she was going to release new music.

Without a word, Nathalie Quinlan threw the newly composed ’Burning’ to him, then flipped through other messages on WhatsApp.

The second-to-last message was from Valencia Jett: "Qiao, when will you be free? I’m in Beijing, can we meet? I have something for you."

With half-closed eyes, Nathalie Quinlan supported her elbow on the desk, replied to arrange a meeting time while sipping hot water, then scrolled to the last message on WhatsApp.

It’s from Hendrik Zachmann.

She tapped into it casually.

First saw a transfer record.

99999.

Accompanied by a message: Nathalie, why didn’t you come to dinner? Congratulations on entering the group competition, it’s a small gesture from me, don’t feel pressured, accept it.

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, her deep eyes fixed on the transfer record, looking for a long time, truly finding that amount a bit amusing.

Just how much do Caryn Zachmann’s family look down on her to think that sending her a transfer of ten thousand dollars would cause her pressure?

Nathalie Quinlan neither accepted nor replied.

Her fingers swiftly deleted the message on the phone.

Originally, she wanted to blacklist Hendrik Zachmann, halfway through she thought about it and decided not to.

She doesn’t care for Caryn Zachmann and her group, nor does she wish to associate with them, but regardless, Audrick Zachmann and Stanley Zachmann have inextricable blood ties to the Zachmann Family, and her grandfather has always treated her well.

Even to give these people face, she can’t overstep too much.