The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Nathalie Quinlan is a VIP of Pinecone Group?_1

Seven captivated the international scene with their unique design style, and every year, models showcasing outfits at major fashion weeks are adorned with Seven’s accessories.

Therefore, domestic celebrities and socialites take pride in wearing Seven’s products.

There are still few who know that the famous prodigy designer S behind Seven is actually a high school student who just turned 18 not long ago, and a girl at that.

After all, in the design industry, boys dominate the circle, and almost all the big names are men.

Even if they share the same hobby as men!

Nathalie Quinlan, however, broke this tradition. She always felt like there was nothing this girl couldn’t do, unless she didn’t want to!

”You’re not attending the new product launch this time either?” she suddenly asked Nathalie Quinlan as she organized the design drafts.

Nathalie Quinlan had zero interest: ”No.”

Silvania Ingram expressed her regret, ”This time, there will be many big shots coming from Beijing. Actually, if you were willing to show up...”

If Nathalie Quinlan were willing to show up, then no one else would matter.

Including Ghania Quinlan.

She would definitely cause a sensation throughout the city.

However, Nathalie Quinlan remained indifferent, casually lifting her hand, ”I don’t want to go. I’m not interested in places with lots of people.”

”I know, sigh, I just can’t help but ask you each time, just in case you want to go,” Silvania Ingram sighed with a self-mocking laugh.

Knowing full well that she would refuse, she still couldn’t help herself... always wanted Nathalie to show her face, to give a solid Face Slap to those blind people.

Nathalie Quinlan had already delivered the items to her and didn’t plan to stay any longer. After chatting with her for a few more moments and with someone from the marketing department knocking outside, Nathalie Quinlan took the opportunity to leave via the private elevator.

*

After leaving Pinecone Group, Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t in a hurry to go back; the city center was right next door. She remembered Lily in the hospital out of the blue, her lips curling up slightly. With nothing else to do later, she planned to visit Uncle Cagwin at the hospital and could also see the little one who was still admitted.

Since she was going, she might as well stroll through the mall and see if there was anything fun for children, to buy a toy for him.

After all, the last time he had given up his hospital bed for her, and she hadn’t yet returned that small kindness.

Nathalie Quinlan was in a good mood as she headed to the mall with her hands in her pockets.

She didn’t notice that, after she left, someone followed her out from behind, none other than Jeff Quinlan, who had been waiting in the lobby for nearly two hours without seeing Silvania Ingram.

”Is it really her?!”

Jeff Quinlan watched the girl’s retreating figure from afar, stopped a passing receptionist bursting with curiosity, and pointing at Nathalie Quinlan’s back, he said, ”Hello, the girl who just left, do you know her?”

Nathalie Quinlan usually took a special elevator, so the receptionist hadn’t seen her often, but her appearance and temperament were so distinct that few who saw her would forget.

Thus, the receptionist, recognizing her from the back, smiled in sudden realization: ”You mean that Miss? She’s a VIP guest of Mr. Ingram, occasionally comes to the company to see Mr. Ingram...”

Before heading off to attend to her own business.

Leaving Jeff Quinlan standing there, dumbfounded, contemplating her words.

Nathalie Quinlan, a VIP guest of Pinecone Group’s boss?

What a joke!

No longer interested in waiting, he made a phone call to Jethro Yapiter, and, with a heart full of thoughts, left Pinecone Group.

...

In the city center, skyscrapers stood tall, and the bustling scenery of cars and crowds was everywhere, especially during afternoon tea time around three to four o’clock.

The mall wasn’t crowded with shoppers; it was mainly occupied by full-time housewives with no jobs or well-off second-generation youths out for shopping, chatting, and having tea with friends.