The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1280: Nathalie’s Face Slap Always Aims Directly at the Face
The girl’s beautiful black eyes looked at Caryn Zachmann, with a fierce glint surging in her eyes: "Since the day I arrived in Beijing, you’ve been constantly asking me for explanations."
"Caryn, did you ever explain to me about the school anniversary?" A rather blunt question, leaving her no room for saving face.
Caryn was left speechless, standing there with her fair oval face turning pale, clutching her palm: "I..."
"Did you explain it on Twitter?"
Nathalie Quinlan had long lost patience with this bunch from the Zachmann Family’s Room Two, from Celine Tucker to Caryn Zachmann to Hendrik Zachmann who came out of nowhere, she thought she had treated them with enough patience, but the fact proved that enough patience only made the other party escalate things!
For instance, now, she had merely sat in a friend’s car, and they dared to make a big scene at home, asking her for an explanation.
Tch, does she look like someone who enjoys explaining herself?
In the Illegal Zone, no one had ever asked her for an explanation, but in this tiny corner of the Zachmann Family, there was always someone coming to her door for answers.
OK, she’ll give them an answer, let’s see if they can handle it!
Nathalie’s eyes filled with irrepressible fierce bloodlust, asked her in a chilly voice: "And that junior of yours online who dragged me into the drama, Chloe Bailey, did you explain it?"
"Nathalie, don’t change the topic, we’re talking about your issue, not mine!" Caryn’s charming eyes darkened slightly, blood rushing to her head, completely unprepared for Nathalie bringing up the Twitter matter.
The girl, however, just raised her hand to adjust her Duckbill Cap again, looking at her expressionlessly: "Caryn, you haven’t even explained your own issues, on what basis are you coming at me aggressively for an explanation? Who do you think you are? Is there a page in the dictionary that says Caryn Zachmann doesn’t have to explain to anyone, yet others must cater to you? Which page is that on, I’ll make sure to read it."
Now that’s a real face slap!
Caryn’s fingertips were shaking, not knowing if it was from anger or from losing face, her oval face reddened with embarrassment and anger, yet she couldn’t utter a word.
Hendrik Zachmann watched his sister suffer a setback, feeling a bit of a headache, but Nathalie’s few words left him unable to lift his head too. His handsome face showed a trace of exasperation, and he first said to Nathalie: "Nathalie, Caryn had your best interests at heart."
He thought his intervention would earn him some regard from Nathalie.
Unexpectedly, the girl looked rather cold, raising her chin as she glanced at him, her voice equally cold: "So you think just because it’s ’for my good’, you all can stand on a moral high ground and dictate everyone else’s life?"
Hendrik was left speechless.
The girl, not even bothering to look at him, dismissed him with: "No need, I don’t require such ’for my good’ people."
Stanley Zachmann at this moment handed over a peeled orange, his demeanor gentle and refined, cautious of the girl’s anger affecting her health, he interjected warmly: "Nathalie, have an orange."
Nathalie barely suppressed the murderous chill all around her in that instant, fortunately, a small round orange was passed over, she stared at the peeled orange segments inside, closed her eyes, suppressing the killing intent in her eyes, leaving only cold indifference on her face. She extended her fair slender arm, took the orange from Mr. Zachmann, pursed her lips, and stayed silent.
She remained silent, but Hendrik couldn’t pretend nothing happened, after hesitating repeatedly in his heart, he turned and said to Caryn: "Caryn, you should apologize to Nathalie first."
Caryn doubted her own ears: "Brother, what are you saying?"
