The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Face Slap [2]_1

”Nathalie!”

”Nathalie, happy birthday.”

”Heehee, Nathalie, may you have this day every year and this morning every season! May you be happy every day and get into a first-tier university!”

No sooner had she walked over than Jhovany Sullivan and the others surrounded her, each eagerly offering their blessings.

Just after Jhovany Sullivan wished her success in getting into a first-tier university, a tall and handsome man behind her grabbed her little shoulder bag and pulled her away. Justin Wafford glanced at her disdainfully and said, ”Could you please not curse Nathalie?”

Jhovany Sullivan, true to her name, was on the adorable side, not very tall, and when combined with Justin Wafford’s height—the tallest among Class A boys—the discrepancy made the action of carrying her bag seem like he was carrying a little chick, which infuriated her to the point her face turned red and she flailed, wanting to bite him to death.

”Justin Wafford, how did I curse Nathalie? Are you trying to stir up trouble?”

Idiot!

Using two fingers, Justin Wafford pinched her cheek, enjoying the feel before retracting his hand and letting her go with an air of superiority, ”Did you forget? A professor from the Medical Department at Tsinghua came to our school personally just to scout Nathalie for their program.”

”By wishing her to get into a first-tier university, aren’t you insulting her?”

”Oh, right.”

Only then did Jhovany Sullivan recall, quickly forgetting how that man had just been all hands, touching her head naively and saying to Nathalie Quinlan with embarrassment, ”I didn’t mean that, so I wish for Nathalie to get into Tsinghua or Peking University and absolutely crush that white lotus!”

Having a guaranteed spot at National Artists University is no big deal, winning awards so what, their Nathalie can save lives, and she’s the top student sought after by Tsinghua!

”Pfft.”

Everyone in Class A knew exactly whom she was referring to, and Freddy Cagwin, Clerent Miller, and others nodded in agreement.

After everyone had had their laugh, Freddy Cagwin, acting as the representative, delivered a gift on behalf of everyone to Nathalie Quinlan.

”Nathalie, an eighteenth birthday gift.”

Nathalie Quinlan looked at the gift bag he extended to her, a pink bag meticulously tied with a matching color butterfly knot, adorably criminal.

She reached out to take it, not directly opening it to see the contents, appearing rather indifferent, but only she knew that her heart felt warm inside.

”Thanks.”

Freddy Cagwin, observing the girl’s bold eyebrows and eyes, blushed, instinctively avoiding her line of sight, and spoke in a lower voice, softly saying,

”At first, everyone thought about giving individual gifts, but we were worried you’d have a hard time carrying them all, so after negotiating, we all chipped in to buy you a gift.”

He knew Nathalie Quinlan was formidable.

She had more money than one could count.

What couldn’t she afford?

But...

”The gift isn’t expensive, just a little token from all of us, and we hope you’ll like it,” Freddy Cagwin said, his gaze lingering on her, shedding his previous insecurity and defiance. Though not as privileged as Justin Wafford, he actually had good looks. Purely from the standpoint of facial features, one could glimpse the potential for a sharply defined handsome guy in the future.

It was a pity Nathalie Quinlan had seen too many handsome guys.

Mixing every day with people like Audrick Zachmann and Amadeus Yancey, her standards for beauty had escalated to extreme levels.

Even someone like Alfred Garland, considered a top-tier handsome guy in Beijing, seemed to her like just another nameless bystander.

Not to mention Justin Wafford and the rest of the group, who were still shedding their greenness.

Without opening it to see what was inside, Nathalie Quinlan already responded to them, ”I quite like it.”

She even smiled.

The shirt she wore today was designed with great style, showing a glimpse of her pure white collarbone in contrast to her usual tightly wrapped hoodies. It wasn’t too revealing, but that one smile was strikingly beautiful.