The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 699: Chapter 699: Just Want to Slap Her Face!_1

[She seems like such a gentle and kind person, but she’s so manipulative. Oh my god, I almost threw up listening to her on the phone with Wenny Taylor. A master of deceit! Clearly, she wanted to stir up trouble yet put on an innocent face, as if she nonchalantly told Wenny Taylor...]

[Am I the only one who noticed the main point? So the real-name report post that Wenny Taylor opened before was actually fake, and Nathalie Quinlan never had a street fight outside of school. It was all them plotting behind her back?]

[And that person got into Tsinghua University, tsk, I even regretted that she transferred schools. How embarrassing to mention someone like her from our school. Can’t we actually make a phone call to Tsinghua University to complain about her? Does Tsinghua even want a student with such character? It’s a disgrace to a prestigious university!]

[Ha, why do I feel like I just witnessed a face slap? Ghania Quinlan previously encouraged Wenny Taylor just to tarnish Nathalie’s reputation, and the result was that Wenny Taylor used her own methods against her, delivering her a taste of her own medicine. I really want to see her face when she sees this post, it must be spectacularly entertaining.]

[Waiting for Grade 12, Class B, for Ghania Quinlan’s lackeys to come and clean up this mess...]

[A solid evidence and they still try to clean it up, haha, are they a cleaning company or what!]

...

Ghania Quinlan’s mind went blank. She had never expected Wenny Taylor to release the recording of the phone call, much less that Wenny Taylor had such a recording in her possession!

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just then, her phone vibrated once more.

It was a message from Kelly Giovanni.

Ghania Quinlan hardly dared to look.

Biting her lip, it took her a long time to regain her composure and open the message.

Now only Kelly Giovanni from Class B still contacted her, even Sylvia Cadwell, who had run into Nathalie’s group at the Japanese restaurant and had heard Nathalie got into Tsinghua University, didn’t really stay in touch with her anymore.

She hadn’t cared about it before, but thinking about it now filled her with a bitter sense of irony.

Ghania Quinlan looked at the message from Kelly Giovanni—”Ghania, about that post I just told you, it has blown up on the school forum. A lot of students from No. 1 Middle School have seen it. I don’t know why the school hasn’t asked the admin to delete it.”

Ghania Quinlan’s icy gaze fixed on her phone screen. Clenching her teeth, she fiercely swiped the water glass off the table and onto the floor.

There was a loud smash.

The glass shattered into tiny pieces.

Her chest heaved violently, and her face felt a burning pain.

”Heh.”

Why? What else could it be for?

Nathalie Quinlan was now the role model for No. 1 Middle School. Even Professor Derliand had said that dozens of colleges were scrambling to recruit students from No. 1 Middle School, wishing they could hold Nathalie up like a treasure. Earlier, Ghania Quinlan had instigated Wenny Taylor to post about Nathalie on the school’s online forum. The school might not say it out loud, but by not deleting Wenny Taylor’s post, weren’t they giving her a lesson and slapping her face?

Ghania Quinlan’s heart clenched tightly, her face devoid of any color, looking terribly unsightly.

To make matters worse, another message from Kelly Giovanni arrived.

[Oh, and besides posting on the No. 1 Middle School forum, Wenny Taylor also posted it on Twitter.]

Ghania Quinlan quickly stood up, her body swaying violently.

Downstairs, Emilia Sullivan heard the noise, ran up, and knocked on the door, asking warmly, ”Ghania, what happened? I heard the sound of something breaking in your room. Are you alright?”

Ghania Quinlan had no mood to deal with her, nor did she want to open the door, barely managing to respond, ”I’m alright.”

As soon as the words left her mouth.

Her phone lit up.

It wasn’t anyone else calling, but the caller ID showed it was Ivy Wilmar.

Now Ghania Quinlan’s eyes revealed fear. Her eyelashes trembled, and she forcefully dropped back into her chair, shaking as she picked up the phone, not daring not to answer, ”Hello, Auntie...”