The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Thought She Couldn’t Get into Tsinghua University_1

Whether it’s Nathalie Quinlan or Ghania Quinlan, relatives in McKinney were all insignificant in his eyes; his vision and aspirations were always set on Beijing.

As for the conflicts between these minor figures, he considered them nothing more than trivial matters.

An inability to compromise was simply a matter of not enough interest.

Poor people, after all, could be sent away with a little money.

Even his own niece Ghania was like that, putting on a bitter face upon seeing him, but the moment she heard she could go to Beijing, her tears turned to laughter.

So he believed Nathalie would be the same.

It wasn’t irreparable.

Myles Sullivan looked at her and then spoke with deliberate phrasing, ”Ghania is going to study in Beijing. She wants to participate in Tsinghua University’s independent recruitment process.”

It was the first time Nathalie heard about this, she raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly indifferent, ”Oh.”

Lucky for her.

She had just lost a secured placement at National Artists University, and now she seemed to have set her sights on Tsinghua University, which was even better. It looked like Myles Sullivan would help her, too.

But for Ghania to get into Tsinghua University with her grades... Nathalie’s eyes carried a hint of contempt—not that she looked down on her, but she genuinely didn’t take her seriously!

Her reaction appeared ’deliberate’ to Myles Sullivan, as if she was ’deliberately’ pretending not to care.

Myles Sullivan promptly asked, ”Do you want to try for Tsinghua University, too?”

”?” Nathalie was genuinely perplexed, glancing at him with a hoarse, lazy voice, ”I’ll take the college entrance exam.”

Myles Sullivan chuckled and offered, ”Why don’t you come with me to Beijing, just like Ghania? I can arrange a tutor for you, and you can make the most of this month to catch up. Once your written exam results come out, if they’re not too bad, I’ll try to pull some strings for you and secure an interview spot. That will greatly increase your chances of getting into Tsinghua University.”

He had no idea that a person of Adelle Wafford’s rank from Tsinghua University had personally visited Nathalie to offer her a direct admission into their flagship clinical medical program.

But Nathalie had rejected it.

He simply remembered Nathalie as an average student, slightly worse off than Ghania.

Since Ghania would definitely take the arts route and the music department has lower academic requirements than other departments, Ghania had a hard enough time qualifying for Tsinghua; naturally, Nathalie would need to take supplementary lessons.

He swore with confidence, ”Don’t worry, you and Ghania are both my nieces in my care. Whatever she has, I will give you too. You’re both the same in my eyes.”

Nathalie agreed to receive his phone call and meet him for the simple reason that Myles Sullivan was the only person from the Quinlan Family who was somewhat decent to her.

At least, on his rare visits to the Quinlan Family, he never forgot to bring her a gift whenever he brought something for Ghania.

She was willing to give Myles Sullivan ’face’ and regard him as an elder she knew, but that was it. Myles Sullivan and Edric would never hold the same place in her heart. She could compromise on certain things for the little guy, but for Myles Sullivan... forget it.

Nathalie didn’t directly respond to his proposition about going to Beijing. Instead, she asked him, ”Uncle Sullivan, how long do you plan to stay in McKinney?”

As shrewd as Myles Sullivan was, he could see through her silent refusal of his offer. He felt slightly disappointed but kept his composure, smiling as he replied, ”If I’m taking Ghania back to Beijing, I might not be able to stay for more than a few days.”

Nathalie leaned forward, her dark eyes clear and bright against her tanned, deep complexion, looking at him, she casually said, ”Find some time before you leave, I’ll treat you to a meal. You pick the place.”

Myles Sullivan, coming from Beijing, considered the restaurants in small places like McKinney below his standards. He had only heard that Waterfront Pavilion was decent, but it was a hard place to book.

Last time he came, Jeff Quinlan hadn’t been able to book it.