The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Do I Look Like I Have a Psychological Burden?_1

”Why are you starting this again?” Jeff Quinlan looked impatient and cut off her complaint, ”We’ve severed relations with her, and she’s found her biological parents. Everyone’s gone their separate ways, so what’s the point of bringing this up again...”

”It just doesn’t sit right with me! Even a dog, after being raised for 18 years, would wag its tail, but her, she only knows how to bite!”

The continuous griping from Emilia Sullivan irritated Jeff Quinlan; it made him recall what Silvania Ingram from Pinecone Group had told him, that their initial cooperation with Quinlan Realty was because of Nathalie Quinlan. Hearing Emilia’s words now, he felt humiliated, as if he were slapping his own face.

He frowned, just about to tell Emilia to shut up.

When he spotted an HQ-branded sedan pull up not too far away.

Right after, a familiar figure came into his view.

”Nathalie?” Jeff Quinlan blurted out unconsciously.

His gaze involuntarily followed that direction.

Just as Nathalie stepped out of the car, Alfred Garland handed her single shoulder bag to her, carrying her light, fluttering backpack with an intense anxiety, ”Ms. Quinlan, did you bring a pen?”

”Huh?” Nathalie glanced over with a look.

Alfred hesitated, ”That is... maybe you should check once more. I’m worried you might go into the exam without a pen...”

Her backpack was too light; normally it carried hardly anything, and now it seemed even lighter, as if there was nothing in it.

He was really worried Nathalie would walk into the exam without a pen and wind up with a zero.

The thought was too dreadful for him to bear!

It was better to be sure first.

”Amadeus, have Ms. Quinlan check, please.” Alfred was worried that Nathalie wouldn’t listen to him, so he knew to call for backup.

Nathalie, failing to understand from where he deduced that Amadeus Yancey could control her, had a wild look in her eyes as she shut the car door and said, ”Don’t worry, I’ve brought a pen.”

When Amadeus Yancey saw her casually sling the bag over her shoulder and roll down the car window, revealing that devastatingly handsome face, he asked, ”Do you want me to take you there?”

Nathalie glanced at the checkpoint in the distance, turned back with a nonchalant air, and said, ”No need, it’s just a few steps away. I’ll walk over.”

”Alright.”

She checked the time, still had eight minutes left, not delayed at all, and told the two in the car, ”I’m going in now. You guys head back. I’ll call you after I’m done.”

”Okay.” Full of concern, Alfred looked at her, unable to hold back, he said, ”Ms. Quinlan, do your best. It’s okay if you don’t do well; Amadeus and I are here. Don’t feel too pressured.”

Nathalie’s eyes lifted with an almost mocking smile, ”Do I look like someone who feels pressured?”

That reply was so brazen.

Alfred found himself speechless.

”...” You really don’t look like you feel pressured at all!

He wanted to retract his previous words and say, ”Ms. Quinlan, you should feel a little pressure. It’s Tsinghua University after all, it’s full of top students applying. Don’t end up at the bottom of the pack. Amadeus once had off-the-charts grades when he was in school, and here you are, his fiancée, potentially ending up in last place. Beijing is not short of gossip fodder! Even Ms. Zachmann was a top student in Tsinghua University’s ace program. If you don’t make it into Tsinghua, going back to the Zachmann Family would be awkward.”

But he swallowed the words before they left his mouth.

Ever since Nathalie saved Edric Yancey, he had figured it out.

No matter how good Caryn Zachmann was, she was an outsider.

Nathalie might not be perfect, but she had saved the young master!

He knew what weighed more.

He definitely stood on the side of his own people.

”Anyway, Ms. Quinlan, just do your best. Amadeus and I are cheering for you!”