The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Madeleine ’jumped’ up, staring fiercely at the girl in front of her, her eyes trembling intensely: ”Can you help me get my research results back?”

Nathalie Quinlan asked her to sit down, poured her another glass of water and pushed it over: ”Do you have a USB flash drive with the related files?”

Madeleine’s eyes suddenly dimmed, she slumped back into her seat, her hands tightening around her skirt, her head hung low, looking rather embarrassed: ”I... I don’t have a USB flash drive. Every time Mr. Garland takes away the information from me, he formats my computer, all my data is stored in it... I never thought I would ever be able to prove those results were mine, so I never copied them to a USB flash drive.”

Nathalie lightly tapped her finger on the desk, her clear, cold eyes looking at her, quite dominantly: ”So, everything is in your computer?”

Madeleine looked up, her eyes puzzled as she stared at her, shaking her head, unsure if Nathalie had understood what she said: ”No, I mean I used to store the research data on the computer, but... but now there’s nothing in it. Everything on my computer has been formatted...”

”I heard you. It’s been formatted, right?” the girl reached out and adjusted her duckbill cap.

Madeleine only saw a flash of porcelain-white skin on her wrist, she blinked forcefully, suddenly feeling much calmer for some reason.

”Yes.” She held the water Nathalie had just poured for her, sipped it, then looked up, guilt in her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses, biting her lip, murmuring: ”I don’t know why you suddenly found me, and told me all this... but I really haven’t saved any related evidence.”

She habitually apologized softly: ”I’m sorry.”

Nathalie looked at her bowing her head in front of herself, pursed her lips, and reached out her hand to her: ”Lend me your laptop for a moment.”

”Huh?” Madeleine raised her head, shocked.

Nathalie flexed her fingers, smirked slightly, her brows and eyes mischievously teasing: ”I can help you recover the content they formatted.”

Madeleine had never heard of formatted data on a computer being able to be recovered, if it were that easy, Nathan Garland wouldn’t ignore her after formatting her computer each time.

Is Nathalie crazy?

Her expression was uncertain, struggling to find words, cautiously addressing the girl: ”Nathalie, what exactly are you trying to do...”

The girl’s brow was clear and cold, her dark eyes only focused on her, asking: ”If I help you recover the research data formatted by Nathan Garland, will you dare to stand up for yourself for once?”

Madeleine suddenly clenched her hand, staring at her, speechless for a long time.

Nathalie let her watch, without urging her.

Madeleine didn’t know how long had passed before she turned around, wordlessly, took out her laptop from the bag she carried and solemnly handed it to the girl, biting her lip: ”If, if you can recover that data, I want to fight for myself for once.”

Nathalie took the laptop from her hands, smiled faintly, quite bold, raising the corner of her mouth: ”...give me half an hour.”

*

Meanwhile.

Orson Saban arrived just in time, forcibly pulling Nicholas Fuller away.

Nathan Garland returned to his office with a dark face.

His office had already gathered a group of people, those who also heard Zevaney Kingsley call him and ’enlighten’ Nicholas Fuller about prematurely leaking the exam topics.