The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: Nathalie: Sorry, I am also protective!

Celine Tucker stared at him during his silence and coldly interjected from the side, ”Caryn has her own faults, and I respect my uncle’s character. When you were criticizing Caryn earlier, I kept quiet. You care about your daughter, and I have no objection to that. But Caryn is also my daughter, and I must protect my own child! If this matter isn’t entirely Caryn’s fault alone, I hope that when the time comes, you’ll apologize to my daughter as well.”

”Audrick Zachmann was wrong for recklessly posting things on Twitter, and I will address that with him. But if someone prompted Audrick to post those things online, don’t blame me for being blunt—whoever that person is should also apologize to Caryn.”

Her aggressive stance was only a step away from outright accusing Nathalie Quinlan of stirring things up from behind the scenes.

”Heh.” Shawn Norton nearly lost his composure upon hearing this, letting out a mocking laugh of disdain.

Utterly shameless!

After stealing Nathalie Quinlan’s identity, Audrick posting on Twitter in support of Caryn Zachmann had already been an attempt to mitigate some of the consequences on Caryn’s behalf.

Nathalie could very easily log on herself, and with just one post using her Lighten Chaser account, she could completely ruin Caryn Zachmann’s reputation.

Yet, Celine Tucker still had the audacity to suggest that Nathalie should apologize to Caryn? In Shawn’s eyes, Celine Tucker and her daughter were clearly delusional!

”Ericko, this is what you invited me to see?” Shawn Norton didn’t hold back, turning directly to Mr. Zachmann: ”If I’d known this was the kind of situation your family was in, I wouldn’t have brought Nathalie to Beijing at all. Is this the so-called compensation you said you’d give her?”

Mr. Zachmann hadn’t yet had the chance to respond.

Surprisingly, Celine Tucker grabbed the opportunity to speak again, audaciously retorting, ”Mr. Norton, I know Nathalie is your prized student, but this matter should be assessed on what’s right and wrong—you can’t play favorites.”

The girl who had remained silent until now suddenly laughed. Her voice was rougher, not as furious as Caryn Zachmann’s or Celine Tucker’s, but her calm tone carried an unusual seriousness: ”I didn’t know what was happening before I came here, so I just checked it online while you were talking.”

”Nathalie, don’t worry, I’ll handle this for you and make sure justice is served for you,” Stanley Zachmann reassured her, worried she might suffer.

”I’ll fight for my own justice.” Nathalie effortlessly blocked Stanley Zachmann from stepping forward, extended her hand, and lifted the black duckbill cap she was wearing, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Her sharp gaze swept from Celine Tucker to Caryn Zachmann and then back to Celine Tucker, her expression calm: ”Just now, I heard you say that if I’m Lighten Chaser, then she’ll apologize to me, is that correct?”

Shawn Norton, initially assuming that Nathalie wouldn’t step up, was utterly stunned when she suddenly got involved in the argument with Celine Tucker.

As surprise settled in, he glanced at Stanley Zachmann, whom Nathalie was shielding, and his understanding deepened.

With a bold raise of her brow, Nathalie declared smugly, ”I don’t want her apology—I want you to apologize to my dad for what you said earlier. Then we’ll call it even.”

”... ” Celine Tucker stared blankly at her, utterly confused, before finally pointing at Nathalie and spitting out a single incredulous accusation: ”Audacious!”

Could it actually be true that Nathalie was Lighten Chaser?

”Yeah, my personality is pretty bold, I admit.” Nathalie chuckled lightly. Under Caryn Zachmann’s stunned gaze, she leisurely retrieved her phone, logged into Twitter, and tossed the phone in their direction. Folding her arms, she calmly spoke.

”Take it. See for yourselves.”

What kind of attitude was this? Was this how a junior should behave? Clearly, this was just a backwoods girl from McKinney, showing her lack of exposure by being so disrespectful to her elders.

Celine Tucker took a deep breath, nearly fainting in her fury, and grudgingly picked up the phone tossed by the girl. She focused her attention on the screen.

It was the backend interface of a Twitter account.

A line of text was already typed out in the post field, though Nathalie hadn’t sent it yet.

The Twitter profile picture was simple—just a photo of the sky. However, the account was marked with a red verified badge. Celine’s gaze darkened as she looked further down at the account’s verification information—Lighten Chaser, Indie musician.