The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Haven’t you seen it before? Don’t you know about men and women?_1

Ghania Quinlan was finding it difficult to save face, and with Jane Bailey’s matter on top of that, she abandoned her usual pretentious demeanor and blocked Nathalie Quinlan’s way.

”How do you know S is a woman? Have you seen S?”

That genius designer was very haughty. In McKinney’s upper circle, so many people adored Seven’s creations, and numerous elite noblewomen, who are devoted fans of S, wanted to treat S as a distinguished guest in their own homes but were turned away by Silvania Ingram. To this day, no one has truly managed to invite this designer for a meal.

Nathalie Quinlan’s family was nothing but ordinary people from Hillwood County. At most, her grandfather had been an old teacher for many years, having accumulated some connections.

But that was it.

With such a background, she couldn’t even compare to a single finger of the Quinlan family. How dare she assert so confidently that S was a woman as if she had seen her with her own eyes!

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t expect Ghania to dare stop her. She tucked one hand nonchalantly in her pocket, her eyes arrogantly upturned, and her dark pupils gleamed casually as she countered, ”Didn’t you say you’ve met her? You don’t even know whether she’s male or female?”

This question made Ghania’s breath hitch, nearly unable to respond. She composed herself, her eyes fixed on Nathalie, and defiantly said, ”Of course, I know.”

Nathalie scoffed. What did she know, indeed?

”So what’s your point in stopping me?”

Ghania bit her lip, unwilling to just let it go, ”I didn’t mean anything, I just wanted to say, I hope you won’t be so vain in the future. If you get exposed by someone, only you yourself will be embarrassed.”

Nathalie certainly gained new insight.

Simply saying S was a woman made her vain?

Ghania’s eyes flickered, her lashes lifted, as she said with certainty, ”You don’t know S at all, and it’s impossible for you to have met her. You just said she is a woman, but what if she’s a man...”

Nathalie interrupted her, wickedly wild, ”If she’s a man, I’ll get a sex change!”

Ghania was stunned by her audacity and couldn’t react for a moment, by which time Nathalie had already pushed past her and strode away.

That Nathalie Quinlan!

Ghania was seething with inner fury, her delicate face flushed, her fingernails almost digging into her skin.

She was clearly just a commoner from Hillwood.

Yet just now, her tone was as if she knew S personally.

How could Nathalie possibly know someone like S? Ghania shouldn’t have been so easily intimidated, allowing her to walk away without much resistance.

Ghania was frustrated with herself. Several girls beside her came over and gently comforted her, ”Ghania, let it go. It was obvious she was just talking nonsense. Why bother with her?”

”Yeah, that’s how people from Class A are, thinking they’re amazing just because they have good grades.”

Yet one person watched Nathalie’s departing figure and said with a puzzled tone, ”Why do I feel like she wasn’t lying?”

Whether someone is lying or not, their eyes can’t deceive. When Nathalie claimed S was a woman, her eyes were bright and clear, with no trace of deceit.

So, was it Ghania who didn’t know S, or was Nathalie talking nonsense?

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It was break time between classes.

Class A was bustling with activity.

As soon as Nathalie returned to the classroom, Jhovany Sullivan and others immediately ran over to her.

”Nathalie.”

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Jhovany’s tears fell again, dropping like beads.

”I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”

She shouldn’t have been so presumptuous, taking the note and going to see who was playing the prank, resulting in Nathalie getting hurt trying to save her.

Nathalie couldn’t stand to see someone cry, so she wiped her tears and lifted her wrist to show her, ”I’m fine, aren’t I? It’s just a ligament contusion, and it will heal quickly.”