The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Amadeus Comes to Show You Support_1

Emilia Sullivan’s face turned pale with anger.

Ghania Quinlan’s complexion wasn’t good either, but she managed to squeeze out a small smile, gently saying to a group of famous ladies, ”The Great Hall of the school is right inside here.”

*

”This way.”

When Nathalie Quinlan arrived at the Great Hall, she saw Nancy Sullivan waving at them.

The Great Hall was vast, able to accommodate more than a thousand people; it was only used by the school at the beginning of the school year and at graduation.

This time, it was the first occasion outside of those events that No. 1 Middle School had used the Great Hall.

A professor from Tsinghua University was coming to give a public lecture.

The school had mobilized all classes to attend.

From first to third year, each class had its designated seating area, assigned by their teachers who were responsible for arranging for students to sit in their class’s section.

Nathalie’s class was in third-year class A, which was the best class of the grade, so their seating area was very close to the front.

Besides the first three rows reserved for the visiting elite and celebrities, their class seats were the closest to the stage.

Just as Nathalie sat down, she saw Mr. Jones, the principal, leading a man inside from outside.

The man was dressed in a dark-colored shirt, with his sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing smooth forearms. The Buddhist beads and silver bracelet around his wrist stood out prominently, exuding a sense of luxury and laziness—yet none of this drew the eye as much as his handsome face did.

Amadeus Yancey—how did he get here?

Just as Nathalie sat down, she heard the buzz of girls’ discussions filling the Great Hall.

”Wow, look, that guy is so handsome.”

”Is he a star?”

”The principal is escorting him all the way; could he be some important person?”

”He’s so handsome; I think he’s even more attractive than the school beauty’s boyfriend, like a model.”

Nathalie saw him wearing the shirt she had bought for him and suddenly looked in her direction from afar, his deep, narrow eyes seemingly piercing through the crowd to accurately find her.

Eyes met.

Nathalie’s heart thudded loudly.

A certain indescribable restlessness rose in her chest.

She immediately averted her gaze as Jhovany Sullivan, sitting next to her, excitedly tugged at her, her apple cheeks flushed, ”Nathalie, did that guy just look our way?”

Nathalie’s brows twitched, and her phone rang. She hummed noncommittally and replied distractedly, ”Didn’t notice, he might be looking somewhere else.”

”That’s true.”

Jhovany Sullivan was simply admiring a handsome man; seeing that the man had now taken a seat at the center of the first row and her view was limited to the back of his head, she retracted her attention and moved on to other distractions.

The time for the public lecture was approaching rapidly.

Most of those expected to arrive had done so under the school leaders’ escort.

The first three rows were almost full.

Nathalie saw Emilia Sullivan and Jeff Quinlan among others in the third row, while Mrs. Fisher was in the first row, though sitting at the edge.

In the center of the first row, he was alone, with what seemed to be high-ranking officials sitting beside him.

Her phone buzzed again.

Nathalie looked down and opened her phone to check.

Five or six messages.

Mostly from Audrick Zachmann, interspersed with a couple from the Red Alliance. She replied to the Red Alliance first, then looked at the teasing messages from Audrick.

[Audrick Zachmann: Nathalie, did Amadeus go to your school to show off for you? Did you see him?]

[Audrick Zachmann: I wanted to go too, but the company wouldn’t allow it. Ah, that’s frustrating. *sigh*]

[Audrick Zachmann: I really want to attend a parents’ meeting for you!]

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, glanced around the Great Hall filled with students, and where were the parents’ meetings?

She had just replied to Audrick with a ”saw him,” when a new message popped up.

[Amadeus Yancey: Do you want to sit in the front?]

Nathalie’s dark eyes glanced to the front then swiftly replied, cool and handsome as always.

[QN: Don’t want to.]

Pretty straightforward!