The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 327: Paths Diverge, No Common Plan_1

"Before she was exposed, did she ever mention that Nathalie helped her with her music composition? Only you would believe she’s gentle and innocent, with no ulterior motives, and that everyone else is just out to get her."

Freddy Cagwin stared into his eyes as they faced each other, "To put it bluntly, flies don’t sting seamlessly eggs! Even if we are the flies, she’s no good egg either."

Jhovany Sullivan immediately retorted, "Who are you calling flies, Freddy Cagwin? If you want to talk about Ghania Quinlan, just talk about her, why insult us too?"

As soon as she said this, her tone shifted in her next sentence, "Even if I am a fly, I wouldn’t sting her; I’m afraid I’d get a mouthful of green tea flavor."

"Pfft!" Justin Wafford couldn’t hold back and chuckled.

Several people from Class A couldn’t hold back either.

Clerent Miller not only ridiculed mercilessly but also said to Zayn Fisher, "Senior Zayn, I advise you to polish your own eyes. I used to like you quite a bit, tsk, from today onward, I’m turning from a fan to a bystander."

Zayn Fisher was a legend in their school.

He was three grades above them.

He had a good family background, was handsome, and had good grades. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He was exactly like the male protagonist written in idol dramas, with his credentials alone one could concoct a million words of love and hatred.

One could fantasize from campus life to city life, and then imagine battles within wealthy families.

Unfortunately, the real person... was not as good as the illusions one could have on Tieba!

"Ghania hasn’t stopped causing trouble for Nathalie at school; which time wasn’t it her who provoked the trouble first? And regarding academic performance, Nathalie is in our Class A, while she’s in Class B, isn’t that enough to say it all? You keep saying Ghania has better grades than Nathalie; I’m puzzled, how does she have better grades? If she were better, she’d be in our class, wouldn’t she? She went to Class B to ’experience life’?"

Everyone took turns speaking, all of them younger students from No. 1 Middle School, each sentence not giving him any face.

Zayn Fisher’s face lost its luster, his handsome features paled with embarrassment, he clenched his fists, and was too ashamed to continue. He awkwardly said to Nathalie Quinlan, "About the direct admission to Tsinghua University, I’ll ask Ghania. If this really happened, I’ll apologize to you."

Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyes, her gaze dark and cold, she furrowed her brow, and said succinctly, "You don’t need to apologize; from now on, just stay away from me, that’s all."

Zayn Fisher took a deep breath, his handsome face genuinely sincere, "I’m apologizing because I misunderstood you. If I really misunderstood you, rest assured I’m not the kind of person who won’t apologize."

Nathalie Quinlan doubted he understood human speech, and since he didn’t understand, she decided to put it bluntly for him to grasp her point, "What I mean is, whether you misunderstand me or not is none of my business. But next time, please keep your distance from me and don’t block my path with a bunch of nonsense like you did today. You’re not annoyed, but I am!"

Even a tiger sometimes naps; Zayn Fisher was not a gentleman, and one who mingled with Ghania Quinlan couldn’t be all that sunny at heart.

She could leave, but Jhovany Sullivan, Freddy Cagwin, and the rest were still here.

It would be too easy for Zayn Fisher to seek revenge against them; she was a bit better off here, at least he had some concerns!

Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze was indifferent, her stance slightly defiant, "Those who do not share the same values cannot work together."

Those who do not share the same values cannot work together; this was the only thing she wanted to say to people like Zayn Fisher.

*

After saying goodbye to Jhovany Sullivan and the others,

In the car.

She sat there, leaning against the back of the seat, playing with her phone with a lowered gaze.

Her phone was pure black, simple in style and unlike other girls who liked fancy phone cases, Amadeus Yancey watched her slender fingers occasionally typing, probably replying to someone’s message.