The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: No Chance to Explain to Nathalie_1

Justin Wafford glanced at his watch and said, ”It should be soon.”

Freddy Cagwin sneered and said disdainfully, ”So what if he comes? He was invited by Ghania Quinlan; I’m hardly eager to hear him lecture. It’s not the ’80s anymore. Want to listen to a famous teacher? There’s a whole bunch online. He usually teaches graduate students. Does he even know what we, as high school seniors, need to learn? A Tsinghua University professor might not necessarily be better than old Sullivan.”

The students from Class A agreed with him, and one by one, they quieted down.

They had conflicts with Class B, and since Ghania was from Class B and was also friends with Jane Bailey, who had bullied Nathalie and Jhovany Sullivan, they collectively had a bad impression of ’the Tsinghua University professor invited by Ghania.’

In the midst of their conversation, the school’s loudspeaker sounded.

It was asking everyone to gather in the large lecture hall.

Justin lifted the corner of his mouth, took off his ear microphone for listening to music, and lifted his chin in a carefree manner, ”Speak of the devil, and he doth appear; here he comes.”

”I really don’t want to go,” Jhovany Sullivan pouted, feeling uneasy at heart.

She couldn’t stand the sight of Ghania looking pleased with herself, and those from Class B had been walking around the school as if they owned the place these past few days.

It was as if the Tsinghua University professor was just a ceremonial Miss brought in to stand by their side.

Despite their reluctance, the call from the school’s loudspeaker urged them on, so they all had to trudge outside listlessly.

It was Nathalie who saw them dragging their feet and cast her eyes down to comfort them, ”Maybe things aren’t as bad as you think...”

Justin patted her on the shoulder, thinking Nathalie was trying to comfort them, and said with pursed lips, ”Nathalie, it’s this time already; you don’t have to comfort us. We’re more worried about you, the rest is fine.”

Only he and Freddy knew about Nathalie’s relationship with Ghania.

The charade that Ghania and Zayn Fisher were pulling must be causing Nathalie great distress in her heart.

Even so, Nathalie was still comforting them in return.

Justin would be lying if he said he wasn’t moved.

”Don’t worry, I’ll definitely stand by your side.”

”Uh...”

Nathalie frowned, not wanting to speak. But as they were dragging her outside, and seeing their ’I know, I understand, I sympathize with your bad mood’ expressions, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she was about to explain.

Suddenly, their path was blocked.

”Ghania Quinlan, what are you doing!” As soon as Jhovany Sullivan saw the person blocking their way, she immediately bristled with defenses and stepped in front of Nathalie.

Ghania didn’t come alone; several from Class B were with her, including the girl who had just been with her.

”Nathalie, did you take Ghania’s bracelet? Ghania’s bracelet is missing, and she just spoke with you. Return the bracelet to her, apologize, and we can pretend this never happened,” said a girl close to Ghania, with an arrogant attitude.

The students from Class A hadn’t gone far, and seeing the students from Class B blocking the door, they returned and faced off against Ghania’s group.

Nathalie raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Ghania, who was standing in the center of the group, basking in attention like the moon surrounded by stars.

She hadn’t even noticed that Ghania had been wearing a bracelet.

Jhovany Sullivan, overcome with anger, pushed her aside and stood out defensively, ”What right do you have to shout at our classroom door? If Ghania’s bracelet is missing, ask her where she lost it. Why are you asking Nathalie? What, is Nathalie her mother? So she should also provide tissues when Ghania sneezes? Are you kidding me?”

The pushed girl glared back fiercely, unwilling to show weakness, and snapped, ”Do you even know what brand the bracelet Ghania lost is?”

Nathalie really didn’t know and, raising an eyebrow, she asked with a low, lazy voice, ”What brand?”