The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 285: Someone Performs Sichuan Opera Face-Changing_1

"..." Justin Wafford’s face was an awkward mix of laughter and tears, unsure of how to address her.

Only she herself would feel embarrassed over such things. How could someone as thick-skinned as Ghania Quinlan ever stop attending No. 1 Middle School because of a little ’incident’ like this? There was clearly more to the story.

He glanced over at Nathalie Quinlan; the girl had a delicate profile, her head bowed as she fiddled with her phone, her expression indifferent, seemingly uninterested in the topic he’d brought up.

After staring for a long while without discerning anything, he moved the corner of his mouth and swallowed all the questions he had.

After all, he had heard that the Quinlan family had been having a pretty rough time these past few days.

Several powers were cleaning up the Quinlan Family, Quinlan Real Estate’s cash flow had been cut off, and Jeff Quinlan was desperately seeking loans, even putting up his villa for sale to raise funds, embarrassingly covered in bumps...

He wondered if Nathalie had a hand in this.

...

Nathalie Quinlan indeed had no interest in the topic; whether it was Ghania Quinlan or Jeff Quinlan, they had nothing to do with her.

She didn’t want to waste time on people who were irrelevant to her.

Her eyes were downcast.

She just happened to see that a message had come from the phone number starting with 175XXXX.

[175XXXXXX: Nathalie, do you have time for lunch? How about we have a meal together? I want to apologize on behalf of your mother and sister for what happened last time, you like eating Hot Pot, right? I know a Hot Pot Restaurant on Almeda Street that’s really popular, I’ve heard it’s pretty good. I haven’t had the time to take you there before, I owe you that. How about we go this afternoon? Daddy’s treat.]

Her stomach churned with nausea, and before her pale fingers could reply, Jeff Quinlan sent another new message.

[175XXXXXX: Oh, aren’t you going to be recommended for Tsinghua University, Nathalie? Congratulations, that’s great news, Daddy is proud of you!]

"Huh," she couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh from her throat.

This made Justin Wafford and the others curiously ask, "Nathalie, what’s wrong?"

Nathalie Quinlan’s dark eyes hardened with a gangster-like sharpness, her tone quite cold, "No problem, someone just put on a face-changing Sichuan opera performance for me."

After saying that, she scrolled past the new number Jeff Quinlan used to message her; aside from one time when she had replied, the rest were all messages he’d sent.

Asking if she’d had breakfast.

Telling her it was cold weather and to wear more Clothes so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

And the message he’d sent before about Ghania Quinlan choosing to give up the National Artists University recommendation spot.

No matter which message it was, Jeff Quinlan had the ability to act as if nothing ever happened, changing faces so fast and with such thick skin, it was awe-inspiring!

For such a person, she had nothing to say, so she decisively blocked the number.

Indeed, without someone pestering her with Text messages, the air seemed instantly fresher.

After blocking Jeff Quinlan’s messages, she pursed her lips and then pulled out her hidden chatting app on her Phone, logged in.

She sent a Message to [ilovebeingskinny].

[sun: Help me check on someone. Lynette Kingsley.]

Lowie Wilmar had once asked her why she insisted on returning to the Zachmann Family; at that time, she had said she wanted to know what kind of people her biological Parents were.

But due to various emergencies that arose, she hadn’t had the time to look into it.

Another reason was that she didn’t really care much about the Zachmann Family. It seemed irrelevant whether she found out sooner or later.

But now...

Nathalie Quinlan remembered what Lowie Wilmar had said to her over the Phone.

After she left, Stanley Zachmann and Amadeus Yancey had barged into the Quinlan Family’s private room to stand up for her...

She had always handled everything by herself in the past; suddenly, one day, someone stood in front of her.

Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t describe what that felt like.