The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 319: Cut from the Same Cloth as Ghania Quinlan_1

This voice, pretentious with a hint of coarseness.

It sure did have a distinctive personal flair!

Ghania Quinlan’s steps halted, her hands plunged into her pockets, her eyes harboring a strong impatience, not even wanting to deal with the man approaching them.

Justin Wafford, "Nathalie, it’s Zayn Fisher."

"Hmm," Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes flashed with a touch of fierceness.

Freddy Cagwin was on high alert, eyeing the approaching figure and saying in a low, unhappy voice, "What does he want this time?"

The entire group from Class A knew about his relationship with Ghania Quinlan, and their expressions didn’t seem very welcoming towards him.

Zayn Fisher had already reached the group, his gaze settling directly on the girl standing in the center, who, despite not being in the spotlight, naturally exuded a compelling presence. His gaze deepened as he said, "Nathalie Quinlan, can we talk alone for a minute? I have something to tell you."

"Whatever you have to say, say it here!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"..."

Today, Nathalie Quinlan was dressed simply in a black tank top paired with a blue shirt, her jeans hugging her slender legs, and black high-top Converse sneakers on her feet. A single-shoulder backpack hung casually over her shoulder.

This basic outfit would look utterly ordinary on any other high school girl, but on her, it somehow screamed rebellion!

That untamed spirit, like a lone wolf, inherently defiant, reeking of banditry!

Zayn Fisher watched her, involuntarily recalling the first time he had seen her, equally stunning as now, and how he had been irresistibly drawn to her, then began to treat her well, chasing her for over a year before finally winning her over... At first, he treasured her like a rare gem, wishing he could give her the best of everything, but the more they were together, the more exhausted he became.

A girlfriend who couldn’t hold hands, couldn’t embrace, and couldn’t kiss, forever like a flower on a high peak, only to be looked at from afar.

And then there was the younger sister who was understanding, tender and innocent, sweetly confessing her liking for him, recklessly giving her first time for him.

Any guy would know how to choose between the two. He simply made the choice any man would make, so why does everyone say he was wrong in the end?

Zayn Fisher had wanted to talk to her alone, but seeing that she was giving him no opportunity to save face, his thin lips involuntarily pursed again, his handsome face struggling to conceal his anger. He turned to Nathalie Quinlan’s friends and said, "Hi, I’d like to speak with her alone for a moment, if it’s alright with you, could you give us some space?"

His appearance was still impressive; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been chosen as No. 1 Middle School’s most handsome boy, a legendary senior known throughout the school. His juniors should be listening to him.

Yet, neither Justin Wafford nor Jhovany Sullivan showed any intention of moving aside.

Freddy Cagwin even said outright, "Nathalie didn’t ask us to leave, so why should we? If you’re not saying anything shady, then just speak. If not, forget it, and don’t block our way!"

That attitude, so unyielding!

Zayn Fisher took a deep breath, his eyes darkly fixating on him, seeming to recognize who he was, then suddenly started to smile and said, "You’re Freddy Cagwin? Aunt Cagwin..."

Before he could finish, Freddy Cagwin cut him off, his face expressionless, his voice cold as he said, "My mom is doing fine, she used to work as a housekeeper for the Quinlan family, but she quit a long time ago. She now has a small hot and spicy soup stall, my classmates have all been there to eat! If you want to talk about my mom being a former housekeeper, there’s no need; she worked hard on her own to earn money for my education, and I don’t think there’s anything shameful about that!"