The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 230: Face Slap【4】_1

Olivia Barness and the others didn’t understand the difference; hearing that it was something from "seven," they immediately expressed their envious admiration with feigned understanding, "To actually have an S product, no wonder it looks so amazing. You’re probably the only one in McKinney who can afford to wear S’s creations."

Ghania Quinlan had spent so much money just to hear this sentence. She immediately lowered her head shyly, with a show of modesty, "It’s not that big of a deal, anyone can afford it. I was just lucky to be able to buy it."

"Even if ordinary people bought it, it wouldn’t look as good on them as it does on you!"

Ghania Quinlan pursed her red lips, chatting with them while from the corner of her eye she covertly observed the reporters not far off.

Reporters had already started to arrive in dribs and drabs.

Some were adjusting their equipment.

Some, seeing them arrive, took a few shots in their direction.

The flash was so bright it hurt one’s eyes.

Olivia Barness also noticed the reporters, and nervously tugged at the clothes she was wearing, regretting not having her parents buy her a more expensive dress.

She adjusted her dress and looked around with envy, saying to Ghania Quinlan, "Ghania, the scale of your birthday party is huge!"

"It’s nothing much, just a dinner with a few acquaintances. All friends of my parents."

"That’s still quite grand. This is my first time seeing so many reporters."

The rest of Class B couldn’t help but remark on the spectacle.

Ghania Quinlan actually looked down on their inexperienced ways, but she found this kind of flattery towards herself comfortable.

She held her chin up slightly, not glancing at the reporters outside like Olivia and the rest of the group, wearing a proud smile, standing up straight and tall.

Just then.

The car of Jeff Quinlan and Cindy Lawrence also arrived.

Cindy Lawrence, being older, didn’t like sports cars.

Jeff Quinlan accompanied her in the family Mercedes.

As soon as they got out of the car.

"Dad. Grandma." Ghania Quinlan hurried over, helping Cindy Lawrence out of the car with great filial piety.

Cindy Lawrence was still full of vitality and didn’t need assistance to get out of the car, but she was comforted by her granddaughter’s thoughtfulness, allowing Ghania to help her down, then patting her hand and said in a not so soft voice.

"I just got in touch with your Grandma Tucker on the way here. She said she’ll be here later and will bring a friend with her."

Grandma Tucker undoubtedly meant Adelia Tucker.

Class B might not understand the elite upper circles, but Adelia Tucker’s accomplishments in piano were not just that of a wealthy old lady; she had appeared on TV interviews several times before, and many people knew of her.

A piano master.

So Olivia and the others couldn’t help getting excited, nervously flushing and itching to see this person arrive.

Upon hearing that Adelia Tucker would come and would arrive shortly, Ghania Quinlan, too, felt excited, but she was even more thrilled, her heart beating fast as she bit her lip, her eyes shyly asking, "Grandma, do you know which friend Grandma Tucker is bringing?"

"Well..."

Cindy Lawrence actually knew who Adelia Tucker was bringing, and she was a bit incredulous when she heard about that person’s attendance.

After all, if that person came, it would be big news, making it to the front page of McKinney’s newspaper tomorrow.

The reporters today weren’t called in vain!

Seeing other people around, she deliberately played coy and didn’t reveal it: "You’ll know when they arrive."

The more she said that, the more Ghania Quinlan anticipated it.

Holding onto her arm obediently, she nodded, "Okay."

At that moment, Jeff Quinlan’s attention was suddenly drawn to Nathalie Quinlan, who was surrounded by a crowd, and he blurted out in astonishment.

"Nathalie?"