The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Colliding Head-On with Nathalie_1

A group of people were chatting and laughing as they made their way to the Great Hall where a public lecture would be held shortly.

A bunch of women huddled together, naturally bestowing compliments upon Emilia Sullivan and Mrs. Fisher, as this time the stars of the show were the young couple, Ghania Quinlan and Zayn Fisher.

One was young and promising, not only had he been admitted to Tsinghua University, but he also managed to have a Tsinghua professor condescend to give a lecture at McKinney No. 1 Middle School.

The other was talented in many arts. No sooner had the third year of high school begun than it was determined that she would be recommended for admission to National Artists University. After a bout of online marketing, she had pretty much become a minor star.

With these two connections, Mrs. Fisher and Emilia Sullivan were undoubtedly the center of attention among the women.

Ghania received a phone call and arrived late.

”Mom, Mrs. Fisher, I’m sorry for being late; I was in class. Are you going to the Great Hall? Let me take you there,” she said.

She was graceful and composed in both speech and conduct. Moreover, with her Seven outfit, those from the upper circle, with their discerning eyes, could not fail to recognize it. They immediately regarded her with beaming smiles.

They praised her, ”This must be Ghania. She’s really beautiful. No wonder Mr. Zayn Fisher is so smitten. If I were a boy, I’d like her too.”

Mrs. Fisher’s lips curled into a disingenuous smile. She restrained her laughter and neither joined in the conversation nor contradicted them.

Ultimately, her attitude remained the same.

Neither acknowledging nor denying.

But deep down, she felt that Ghania was still not a suitable daughter-in-law for the Fisher family.

However, out of consideration for her son’s face and taking into account the Quinlan family’s development over the last few years, she did not openly show her disdain for Ghania.

The group made their way to the Great Hall, led by Ghania.

Quite coincidentally,

Nathalie and a group of students from Class A also happened to be walking towards the Great Hall.

The two parties ran smack into each other.

Ghania had just lost face in front of everyone in Class A because of the bracelet incident, and her demeanor changed instantly when she saw Nathalie and the others.

Emilia Sullivan and Mrs. Fisher’s faces also darkened.

However, when Nathalie encountered them, she acted as if she hadn’t seen them, exuding defiance and casually saying to the people blocking the entrance,

”Excuse me.”

Her voice was raspy and dry.

Different from a typical girl’s voice.

Several McKinney socialites curiously sized her up.

When they saw Nathalie’s beautiful face, they were all visibly brightened.

This girl was also incredibly beautiful!

She wasn’t dressed as ostentatiously as Ghania, a simple dark sweater suited her perfectly. The brand of the sweater was unrecognizable, but the socialites who had seen every brand could tell at a glance that the texture of the sweater she wore was even better than the Seven dress Ghania had on.

With the girl’s jet-black hair casually tied up in a bun, her beautiful face was fully on display—bright eyes, white teeth, and delicate facial features.

She was more beautiful than Ghania.

No, it should be said that Ghania and this girl were not on the same rank of beauty.

This girl’s beauty was such that even other women couldn’t help but take a few more glances, and what was rare was that she was not pretentiously so. She had an air of natural, refreshing coolness about her.

The director’s wife couldn’t help but ask someone nearby, ”Who is this girl? Is she also a student at No. 1 Middle School?”

She was strikingly beautiful.

Mrs. Fisher heard and, from her lofty position, said in a low voice, ”She’s a transfer student who came to No. 1 Middle School. She has a bad reputation.”

”Oh,” said the director’s wife, her eyes filled with regret as she withdrew her gaze.

What a shame.

To be so beautiful yet have a bad character.

Nathalie didn’t hear or simply didn’t care what they were saying. She passed by effortlessly, never even considering greeting Emilia Sullivan and the others.

The students from Class A followed her lead and also walked away briskly.