The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1620: A New Face, Probably a Rookie
When she successfully enters the Book Repository of the Pharmaceutical Association, finds the prescription for that small pill, and becomes the master of the small pill.
She will return the humiliation she suffered a thousand times over!
The broadcast at the airport is announcing the air show information that is about to take off, including the flight Caryn Zachmann needs to catch.
Upon hearing the airport broadcast, Caryn Zachmann does not waste any more time. She lifts her eyes and tells Celine Tucker: "...The teacher from the Pharmaceutical Association is still waiting for me, I have to go."
"Alright, alright, take care of yourself, it’s cold there, wear more clothes." Celine Tucker reluctantly lets go of her hand.
Caryn Zachmann leaves without looking back.
*
a.m. in the morning.
Nathalie Quinlan appears at the entrance of the McKinney TV station.
She wears a black duckbill cap, earbuds in her ears, a white T-shirt, black casual pants, hands in her pockets, standing casually and lazily at the entrance of the TV station.
The security guard at the entrance can’t help but look in her direction.
Nathalie Quinlan doesn’t care, she takes out her phone and lazily makes a call: "I’m here, at the entrance of the station."
It’s unclear what the person on the other end of the line says.
Nathalie Quinlan’s eyelashes droop slightly, she responds with a low voice: "Mm, I’m outside waiting for you, no rush."
She briefly describes her location, hangs up the phone, finds a shaded flower bed near the entrance of the TV station, and walks over to stand there and wait.
Soon, a silver nanny van slowly drives to the entrance not far from her and stops.
Seeing the car door open, Nathalie Quinlan notices an assistant-like person get off the van, quickly move to the back, and open the nanny van’s car door.
Immediately, a young woman with short hair, charming and full of brand-name attire, steps off the van.
"Felice, we’re here, let’s go inside first."
Today, Felice Owen has two engagements to attend, this being the last one. After she steps out of the car, her face looks quite bad. As she’s about to enter, her apricot eyes suddenly spot a girl standing next to the TV station’s flower bed.
The girl is simply dressed, carrying nothing but a black single shoulder bag, looking quite ordinary.
Yet, despite this, the girl stands out with the reveal of her jawline beneath the duckbill cap.
Felice instinctively frowns, raising her chin with distaste, and asks: "Who’s that?"
"Huh? Who?" The assistant was already preparing to go inside.
Suddenly hearing her question, he looks in the direction of Felice Owen’s gaze, seeing the girl playing on her phone by the flower bed.
The girl is holding her head down, making it unclear what she looks like.
However, her presence is quite remarkable, the kind that immediately draws attention!
He hesitates for a moment, uncertainly furrows his brows: "A small star, maybe?"
"She’s a star?" Felice Owen rejects the notion, scrutinizing Nathalie Quinlan’s clothing, which doesn’t display any labels. The brand is indiscernible.
However, the quality seems quite good.
But, nowadays, many fast-fashion brand clothes also have good quality, it’s hard to tell just by texture.
The assistant takes another thorough look at Nathalie Quinlan, not too sure: "I’m guessing, but she might not even be a star; she could be a staff member of the TV station."
Noticing Felice Owen’s ongoing curiosity about a bystander, and knowing Felice dislikes people who look better, he smiles again, unconcernedly saying: "If she’s not a staff member, she’s probably an insignificant eighteen-line outsider star, as I’ve never seen her. In the circle, anyone with even a bit of fame, I’d remember. She’s a new face, most likely a rookie."
