The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: Who Is Wenny Taylor, The Principal Is Looking For You_1

They spoke without intentionally lowering their voices, nor were they afraid of being overheard.

Therefore, Wenny Taylor heard everything clearly.

When she heard Justin Wafford say she was jealous of Nathalie Quinlan, she bit her lower lip, intentionally straightened her back rigidly, and firmly clutched the pen in her hand, the pen tip scratching a mark onto the paper.

Nathalie Quinlan had hit someone off-campus, and she hadn’t said anything wrong, so why were they accusing her of jealousy?

Was it wrong for her to report Nathalie Quinlan for violating school rules?

Just because she and Nathalie Quinlan were classmates, and Nathalie Quinlan had done something wrong, it didn’t mean she should refrain from reporting her as an informant.

What’s the difference between that and covering up the offense?

Wenny Taylor gripped the pen in her hand and told herself that she hadn’t done anything wrong; the ones who had were Jhovany Sullivan and Justin Wafford—they were the ones ignoring school regulations.

But when she felt the stares from the other students in her class, substantial as if they had weight, settling on her, she had expected to have trouble for arriving early, especially from people like Clerent Miller, who had poor grades and hung around Nathalie all day. Yet when she arrived early, Clerent Miller’s group didn’t hassle her, merely snorted at her twice and then walked away from her, treating her as if she were just air...

When everyone ignored her, Wenny Taylor felt even worse.

Just then, the C-class homeroom teacher happened to pass by and poked his head into the classroom to ask, ”Who here is called Wenny Taylor?”

Wenny Taylor sprang to her feet in an instant, took a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and said, ”Teacher, I’m Wenny Taylor.”

Holding a thermos cup and appearing quite amiable, the C-class homeroom teacher looked at her seriously, a rare lack of a smile on his face, and said, ”Oh, it’s you. Come with me to the principal’s office; the principal wants to see you.”

”Okay, teacher.” Wenny Taylor clenched the hand hanging by her side, put down the pen, and without hesitation, pushed back her chair and followed him.

As soon as she left,

Clerent Miller, sitting in the back row, kicked the desk open and vented, ”Damn it! Why is the principal calling her? She wouldn’t go blabbering, would she? If it weren’t for Nathalie, I’d have lost my patience and hit her already this morning. She’s so freaking annoying! And who did she learn that from? Just look at her, she’s just like a certain person from B-class!”

Who else could ”a certain person from B-class” be? She was clearly referring to Ghania Quinlan.

Justin Wafford’s face showed a look of concern as he watched Wenny Taylor’s retreating figure, pulled out his phone, and sent another message to Nathalie Quinlan.

*

Inside No. 1 Middle School principal’s office.

Nancy Sullivan and several senior-year homeroom teachers were there, along with the principal.

The atmosphere was very solemn; no one was speaking.

Upon entering, Wenny Taylor immediately saw a row of teachers either standing or sitting in the spacious and bright office, with the principal seated in a swivel chair.

She seldom encountered such a scene and so became nervously rigid, unsure of how to walk.

As soon as she entered, she meekly called out in a low voice,

”Good morning, principal, Mr. Sullivan, and all the teachers.”

Today, Nancy Sullivan wore a professional white blouse with a black cardigan over it, her hair meticulously combed back, and her face expressionless and serious. Upon seeing Wenny enter, she simply hummed an acknowledgment.

But Wenny Taylor felt her attitude towards her was much harsher and colder than before.

She bit her lip, recalling the phone call she had with Ghania Quinlan the previous night.

Ghania had told her that only she and Nathalie Quinlan from their class had participated in the Tsinghua University Joint Entrance Exam; she didn’t pass, but Nathalie did, and Nancy Sullivan would definitely favor the student who succeeded, since Nathalie represented the class’s honor...

She had not really believed it initially, since Mr. Sullivan had always seemed a very fair teacher, never showing favoritism towards anyone.

Now, however, a chill ran through her, and she began to believe what Ghania Quinlan had said.