The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1219: Chapter 1219: Are you saying she hired someone to develop the software?

Caryn Zachmann sneered, her lips curling slightly, and her eyes cold: ”What does she know about software? She must’ve gotten Sadam Vinson and the others to help her, hired a gun to make it for her behind the scenes.”

Hendrik Zachmann was somewhat shocked: ”You’re saying she had someone help her with the competition software?”

”Otherwise, where would a high school student from McKinney learn software development?” Caryn Zachmann said moodily, casually playing with the coffee cup on the table, making it clatter loudly, with no intention of hiding her disdain for Nathalie Quinlan: ”Brother, just watch, she’s only trying to steal the spotlight.”

She’s waiting for the day when Nathalie Quinlan climbs high and falls hard!

Hendrik Zachmann’s impression of his cousin was mostly shaped by Celine Tucker and Caryn Zachmann mentioning Nathalie Quinlan’s actions to him from time to time.

He himself bore no malice towards Nathalie Quinlan, even in his heart, he always considered Nathalie as part of the family, only he disapproved of some of Nathalie Quinlan’s actions.

Upon hearing Caryn Zachmann’s words at this moment, he felt a strong sense of disgust towards the cousin he had not yet officially met.

The World Software Competition is such an important competition!

Not only is it related to personal honor, but it also concerns national honor. How could Nathalie Quinlan mess around with such a thing?

Hendrik Zachmann frowned deeply, stopped speaking, and didn’t respond to the text message Audrick Zachmann had sent him about having dinner with Nathalie another day.

*

In the evening, Nathalie Quinlan had dinner with Owen Yapiter, and also casually invited Audrick Zachmann.

The dining place was chosen at the restaurant downstairs of the hotel where Owen Yapiter was staying, and the meal was a pleasant one for all the guests.

Owen Yapiter, after all, was getting old, and having come on a flight for several hours, was forcing himself to stay spirited while chatting with Nathalie Quinlan during dinner.

After the meal, his energy quickly waned, and Nathalie Quinlan let him go back to his hotel room to rest, suggesting they could meet again another day when they had time.

Once Owen Yapiter left, she didn’t rush to leave. She asked the waiter to bring another cup of tea, placed her fingers on the teacup, and looked up at Audrick Zachmann, who had been distracted all evening, asking: ”Where are you going later?”

”Ah?”

Audrick Zachmann had been playing with his phone all night.

Upon hearing the girl speak to him, his gaze finally moved from the phone, meeting the girl’s clear, black eyes, causing him to look away somewhat awkwardly: ”Me? I’m going back to my apartment.”

Audrick Zachmann took a deep breath, mustered the courage, then looked at the girl in front of him again, asking with concern: ”Nathalie, what about you? Are you going to stay with Amadeus?”

”Hmm.” Nathalie Quinlan watched the tea leaves rise and fall in the teacup, calmly raised the cup, took a sip, and turned back to say: ”Alfred Garland will come to pick me up later. Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

As a star, Audrick Zachmann was destined to have difficulty using a car service, as being recognized could be troublesome. He was afraid he’d be drinking tonight and hadn’t driven.

Nathalie Quinlan glanced at the phone placed aside; it was already half-past nine at night.

It was late now, and it wasn’t good for Audrick Zachmann to call his agent to pick him up.

She looked up, her tone mild: ”If you want, I can tell Alfred Garland.”

As he listened to her talk naturally, watching the faint concern for him hidden in her seemingly indifferent expression, Audrick Zachmann felt an indescribable sensation in his heart.

Audrick Zachmann pressed his lips together, touched the lighter in his pocket, wanting to smoke, then saw the girl sitting across from him, with her dazzling hair hanging languidly, lacking vitality, and silently let go of his hand: ”Nathalie, I’m sorry.”

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow: ”?”

What kind of nerves is he having?

Audrick Zachmann was a person who struggled with hiding things naturally, and as soon as Nathalie Quinlan looked at him, he poured out all the matters buried in his heart, telling them all to Nathalie.