The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Picked the Stars from the Sky for Her_1

Is this what he meant by not preparing a ’birthday gift’?!

Amadeus’s intention was to make his gift stand out by having everyone else not prepare a gift, right?

Audrick Zachmann now regretted his previous complacency—damn, what an oversight!

If he had known Amadeus harbored ulterior motives towards Nathalie, how could he have thought Amadeus would give up such a perfect opportunity to shine?!

Unfortunately, as much as he regretted it, he couldn’t possibly tell Nathalie everything Amadeus Yancey had done. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—it was mainly because he didn’t have the guts... Amadeus was not someone to be trifled with.

All he could do was watch helplessly as Nathalie opened the brocade box to find an ordinary-looking stone resting on the dark blue silk.

He saw Nathalie pick up the stone and turn it over in her hands for a while before she looked up, her eyes black and bright, and asked, ”Is this... a meteorite?”

Audrick Zachmann: ...

He had thought it was just a crappy stone.

With a slight curl of his thin lips, Amadeus Yancey knew she would recognize it and said softly, ”Didn’t you say you wanted the stars from the sky? I can’t pluck the stars for you, so I could only give you a star that has fallen to the earth. How is it, do you like it?”

Nathalie truly hadn’t expected that he would take her casual remark seriously and actually gift her a ’star’. She felt indescribable emotions, as if she somehow owed him again.

”Mm, I like it.”

In fact, it was just a casual comment she had made, but receiving an actual ’star’—probably no girl would dislike it.

Nathalie looked down at the meteorite in her hands, considering for a moment. Mrs. Ingram had told her she bought a rough diamond in South Africa, a rare peacock blue, which might be nice made into men’s cufflinks...

As she was playing with the meteorite, her phone suddenly vibrated—a new message, it seemed.

Nathalie picked up her phone and glanced at it.

Hm, an unfamiliar number.

A McKinney number.

Not many people knew her number, and she had installed an app on her phone specifically to block spam text messages. So, the likelihood of it being spam was very low.

She leaned back comfortably in her chair, reached for her phone, and looked down.

157XXXX.

Opening the message revealed a long text.

[Nathalie, I’m sorry for the incident today that upset you. I apologize on behalf of your mother and grandmother, and I should apologize to you as well. Regarding your sister’s issue, I’ve considered it, and she shouldn’t have stolen your work to submit for awards—it’s unfair to you. Also, about that child... can you help me apologize to Mr. Yancey? Tell him, and apologize to that child for me, whatever compensation they want, we are willing to comply.]

Nathalie skimmed through and already knew who sent the message.

Jeff Quinlan.

All the Quinlan family numbers had been blocked by her previously, so it appears he had sent the message from a new phone number.

Her expression was downcast, appearing as if she contained a casual wildness. In contrast to Jeff Quinlan’s lengthy discourse, she replied with a simple and concise message.

[QN: Has Ghania Quinlan made up her mind yet, one leg or National Artists University?]

After sending the message back, it sank without a trace. She didn’t mind and placed the phone back on the table.

If Jeff Quinlan still hoped to play on her emotions, he needn’t bother.

She and the Quinlan family no longer had the need to play on emotions.

They were all adults; if bridges were to be burned, so be it. No need to try to paste a torn face back together because even if you do, the tear remains.

She and the Quinlan family were never meant to be—and she didn’t want to tolerate the Quinlan family anymore.