The Unveiling of Secret Queen

The middle-aged man only regretted his poor judgment at this moment, repeatedly saying yes.

”I will also follow up on this project.” Nathalie Quinlan said with a calm demeanor, ”If there’s anything you need help with, feel free to reach out to me. I’ll be here all month.”

The middle-aged man suddenly lifted his head, willingly agreeing this time: ”It was my fault before. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation ahead.”

Since they agreed to cooperate, the next step naturally involved everyone sitting together to share progress in chip research.

Initially, the Maybelissa team didn’t hold much regard for Tsinghua University’s technology, since Zenla hasn’t been notable in the chip sector historically.

After some discussion, the people from Maybelissa were surprised to find that the team led by Stanley Zachmann was no less skilled in chip expertise than they were.

Stanley Zachmann’s research even surpassed their current level in certain fields.

Thus, the people from Maybelissa put away their initial disdain and everyone communicated more peacefully.

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Nathalie Quinlan spent almost the entire day at Tsinghua University.

Seeing the sky getting dark outside, Shawn Norton found a chance to call her out.

Once they were in the hallway, Shawn impatiently asked the girl, ”What’s wrong with your hand? Who did it?”

Nathalie glanced at her right hand, then withdrew her gaze and didn’t say much: ”I ran into a small accident yesterday, I’m fine.”

Seeing that she wasn’t telling him the truth, Shawn was anxious but didn’t press further, only asking, ”How long will you be in Beijing to recover?”

”About a month.” Nathalie closed her eyelids, thought for a moment, and answered him with a raised gaze.

Shawn hesitated, then sighed after a while, ”I just don’t get it. How serious is your uncle’s illness that you had to take a year off from university? You’re even injured now, and you won’t rest more. A month later, you still want to go back to McKinney. I truly don’t get you!”

Nathalie put her hands in her pockets and said, ”I’ll explain to you once things are settled, I can’t say now.”

Shawn just looked at her for a few seconds, probably realizing he couldn’t control her, feeling a bit frustrated on his aging face, sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and said, ”Forget it, you have your own issues. I won’t stop you. Take care of yourself outside, don’t push too hard.”

Nathalie’s expression softened, and she nodded slightly, ”I know.”

Shawn saw she didn’t really understand, blew his beard, and suddenly remembered something: ”Are you still with Mr. Yancey?”

Nathalie looked at him in surprise, seemingly not understanding why he asked that.

Shawn saw her reaction and realized he was overthinking, rubbed his nose, and awkwardly said, ”I thought you young people are fickle, together one moment and breaking up the next.”

”Getting married next year.” Nathalie withdrew her gaze and said rather nonchalantly.

”Cough cough cough!” Shawn almost choked on his saliva, took a while to react, looked at her deeply, and choked out a sentence: ”Did your dad and grandpa agree?”

”Hmm?” Nathalie raised an eyebrow at him.

Shawn suddenly felt a deep pang, immediately waved his hand: ”Forget it, pretend I didn’t ask.”

He still felt quite upset inside, always feeling like his family’s cabbage was being stolen, grumbled grievously: ”Lucky punk!”

Looking around all of Beijing, Shawn really couldn’t find another more outstanding, more suitable person than Amadeus Yancey to stand by Nathalie’s side.

In some ways, the two were a good match.