The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Do You Really Think I Wouldn’t Dare to Kill Ghania Quinlan

Cindy Lawrence, relying on her age, decided to go all out and act like a shrew: ”Nathalie Quinlan, don’t think that just because you know a few people, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, those without shoes fear not those with shoes. I’m an old lady now, not long for this world. If you refuse to sign the forgiveness letter, I’ll cause a scene at your school. I’ll be standing at the school gate shouting every day; I refuse to believe you’ll want to lose face.”

”If losing face doesn’t bother you, alright, then we can all lose face and see who can last longer! I don’t study at your school. At worst, I’ll put my own reputation aside and ruin yours. You do what you think is best!”

Emilia Sullivan tugged on her arm, pretending to be the good guy: ”Mom. Didn’t we agree before coming here to talk nicely to Nathalie? Why are you acting like this again?”

She then, seemingly helplessly, said to Nathalie Quinlan, ”Nathalie, look at your grandma, you know her temper. I can’t persuade her; if she says she’ll do it, she will. Why not just sign the forgiveness letter? It won’t really harm you.”

Nathalie watched as they performed, one with a harsh face and the other with a gentle face, giving a vivid display before her. She suddenly laughed coldly, raised an eyebrow, looked at them, and asked, ”Do you think I can’t deal with Ghania Quinlan?”

Cindy Lawrence and Emilia Sullivan were shocked by her words.

One stopped causing a ruckus.

The other stopped persuading.

Nathalie Quinlan slowly took her hand off the glass, her gaze now filled with endless indifference.

”Feel free to cause a scene at Tsinghua University, it doesn’t matter to me.”

She stood up, speaking with an indifferent tone.

Yet it left Emilia Sullivan and the others like fishbone stuck in their throat, unable to utter a single word.

They didn’t dare go...

The people surrounding Nathalie Quinlan were unknown to them, but they knew they couldn’t afford to provoke them.

Before coming to Nathalie Quinlan, Emilia Sullivan had pleaded with her own younger brother multiple times, and Myles Sullivan clearly told her that the Sullivan Family couldn’t afford to provoke the people around Nathalie Quinlan.

The kind of people the Sullivan Family couldn’t afford to provoke.

She couldn’t imagine who exactly surrounded Nathalie Quinlan.

She incited Cindy Lawrence to make a scene here, talking about causing trouble at the school, purely as a last resort.

She was gambling, gambling that Nathalie valued her reputation and wouldn’t let them cause trouble at school.

Now having lost the gamble, they were told to do as they pleased, and they didn’t dare truly go.

Seeing the girl about to leave, Emilia Sullivan was both angry and anxious. In desperation, she grabbed the girl’s arm tightly, her voice urgent: ”Nathalie, can you spare Ghania? Ghania really can’t have a criminal record; it will ruin her life! You grew up together since childhood. Even if she is wrong about a thousand things, she is your sister. You are the older sister; can’t you indulge her a little? Please, I’m begging you.”

Nathalie Quinlan looked at her grabbing her hand, her gaze somber for a moment, then she moved her hand away, unemotionally stating: ”I’ll say this one last time: Ghania Quinlan is eighteen years old; she’s an adult. She should have considered the consequences before acting. Since she chose to do this, it shows she can bear the consequences.”

”I won’t sign the forgiveness letter.”

Emilia Sullivan, like a lost soul, released her hand; her eyes were already red. At this moment, her heart was extremely bitter; her lost and defeated eyes looked at Nathalie Quinlan, murmuring softly: ”If you don’t sign the forgiveness letter, Ghania can only go for adult education. With her personality, forcing her to go for adult education is practically driving her to despair.”