The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 293: Still Want to Discredit Nathalie_1

Emilia Sullivan watched as he seemed to be falling into depression again. Finally unable to bear it, she said to him softly, "Don’t worry, I’ve already contacted my brother... Although my dad still doesn’t want to deal with me, my brother is already on his way here..."

Before she could finish, Jeff Quinlan suddenly stood up, his face looking not too happy, "Your brother is coming?"

Emilia Sullivan knew what he was thinking and grasped his hand, saying softly, "I don’t want to ask them for help either, but with the family’s current situation, we can’t keep dragging this out."

Jeff Quinlan’s mouth tightened into a straight line, his fist clenched, but he said nothing more.

Emilia Sullivan was considered to have married beneath her status when she joined the Quinlan family.

The Sullivan Family, because they didn’t like him, had barely kept in touch with Emilia Sullivan over the years, and their visits to McKinney were even rarer, clearly looking down on this group of poor relatives.

Therefore, he had been desperately climbing upwards for years, seeking entrance into the real upper circle. One reason was to grow Quinlan real estate stronger and more substantial, and another reason was to prove to his father-in-law and brother-in-law that Emilia Sullivan hadn’t chosen the wrong person; that he, Jeff Quinlan, could make something of himself!

Pounding on his chest, Emilia Sullivan said gently, "Jeff, my brother isn’t like that. He won’t look down on you just because of a business setback. Ghania is in her senior year of high school, it’s a critical time, and I’m out of options..."

Jeff Quinlan closed his eyes tightly, his throat finally rolled, "When will they be here?"

Seeing he was finally willing to talk, Emilia Sullivan hurriedly replied, "I just called him. He’s just gotten off the airplane and should be here within one or two hours."

*

Upstairs.

Ghania Quinlan had locked herself in her bedroom, the door bolted and the curtains drawn shut.

She curled up on her bed, endlessly refreshing the messages online.

[Watermelon Frost is a Lozenge: I am on Ghania Quinlan’s side, cyberbullying is meaningless, you are not the party involved, do you know what happened back then? Maybe they just liked each other.]

[jdhdhdk: Those haters slandering them, aren’t they all female fans of Audrick Zachmann? Fangirls in the fan circle are scary, always spreading rumors and slander. You’re all willing to fight for your "oppa", but I wonder, does your "oppa" know who you are? Wouldn’t it be better to show some filial piety to your parents! Study hard, and once you’re educated, you’ll understand what you are, and you won’t be sour under the account of a real ’Wealthy and Beautiful’ girl, claiming she couldn’t get into National Artists University, stole songs, or snagged someone’s boyfriend!]

[A Pesticide Withered Pear Blossom: Hahaha, that Nathalie Quinlan must be jealous of Ghania Quinlan’s good relationship with her boyfriend and purposely bought a smear article to slander her, ridiculous! This is the sourest Water Army article I’ve seen this year. Waiting for the big star sister to clear her name!]

...

With every angry comment from bystanders bashing Nathalie Quinlan, her mood lifted a bit.

Just as her mood was beginning to improve, she suddenly noticed that the direction of public opinion online had changed.

[Doraemon: Shoot, what is this?]

[Melon Munching Crowd: Isn’t that Ghania Quinlan in the video? Who is that with her?]

What’s this?

Ghania bit the corner of her mouth and clicked on a new comment that was slowly being pushed to the top.

The commenter didn’t even have an avatar, with a very simple nickname, just a punctuation mark.

No words, just a small video uploaded.

Just this simple comment, and her heart inexplicably filled with unease, as if something bad was waiting for her ahead. Biting her lip, she clicked on the video—