The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 275: Picked the Stars from the Sky for Her_1
Is this what he meant by not preparing a โbirthday giftโ?!
Amadeusโs intention was to make his gift stand out by having everyone else not prepare a gift, right?
Audrick Zachmann now regretted his previous complacencyโdamn, what an oversight! ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ซ๐๐ก.๐๐ธ๐ถ
If he had known Amadeus harbored ulterior motives towards Nathalie, how could he have thought Amadeus would give up such a perfect opportunity to shine?!
Unfortunately, as much as he regretted it, he couldnโt possibly tell Nathalie everything Amadeus Yancey had done. It wasnโt that he didnโt want toโit was mainly because he didnโt have the guts... Amadeus was not someone to be trifled with.
All he could do was watch helplessly as Nathalie opened the brocade box to find an ordinary-looking stone resting on the dark blue silk.
He saw Nathalie pick up the stone and turn it over in her hands for a while before she looked up, her eyes black and bright, and asked, "Is this... a meteorite?"
Audrick Zachmann: ...
He had thought it was just a crappy stone.
With a slight curl of his thin lips, Amadeus Yancey knew she would recognize it and said softly, "Didnโt you say you wanted the stars from the sky? I canโt pluck the stars for you, so I could only give you a star that has fallen to the earth. How is it, do you like it?"
Nathalie truly hadnโt expected that he would take her casual remark seriously and actually gift her a โstarโ. She felt indescribable emotions, as if she somehow owed him again.
"Mm, I like it."
In fact, it was just a casual comment she had made, but receiving an actual โstarโโprobably no girl would dislike it.
Nathalie looked down at the meteorite in her hands, considering for a moment. Mrs. Ingram had told her she bought a rough diamond in South Africa, a rare peacock blue, which might be nice made into menโs cufflinks...
As she was playing with the meteorite, her phone suddenly vibratedโa new message, it seemed.
Nathalie picked up her phone and glanced at it.
Hm, an unfamiliar number.
A McKinney number.
Not many people knew her number, and she had installed an app on her phone specifically to block spam text messages. So, the likelihood of it being spam was very low.
She leaned back comfortably in her chair, reached for her phone, and looked down.
157XXXX.
Opening the message revealed a long text.
[Nathalie, Iโm sorry for the incident today that upset you. I apologize on behalf of your mother and grandmother, and I should apologize to you as well. Regarding your sisterโs issue, Iโve considered it, and she shouldnโt have stolen your work to submit for awardsโitโs unfair to you. Also, about that child... can you help me apologize to Mr. Yancey? Tell him, and apologize to that child for me, whatever compensation they want, we are willing to comply.]
Nathalie skimmed through and already knew who sent the message.
Jeff Quinlan.
All the Quinlan family numbers had been blocked by her previously, so it appears he had sent the message from a new phone number.
Her expression was downcast, appearing as if she contained a casual wildness. In contrast to Jeff Quinlanโs lengthy discourse, she replied with a simple and concise message.
[QN: Has Ghania Quinlan made up her mind yet, one leg or National Artists University?]
After sending the message back, it sank without a trace. She didnโt mind and placed the phone back on the table.
If Jeff Quinlan still hoped to play on her emotions, he neednโt bother.
She and the Quinlan family no longer had the need to play on emotions.
They were all adults; if bridges were to be burned, so be it. No need to try to paste a torn face back together because even if you do, the tear remains.
She and the Quinlan family were never meant to beโand she didnโt want to tolerate the Quinlan family anymore.
