The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1049: Chapter 1049: The Quarles Family Goes Down Together!

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t wait for him to finish speaking, lifted her eyelids, her dark pupils strikingly beautiful: ”Because the Professor Zachmann you detained and wouldn’t let leave is my dad.”

”...”

Damn!

@ilovebeingskinny had barely settled on the sofa when he immediately bounced up, survival instincts kicking in, raising his hands: ”I can explain this!”

”There’s this girl at Cubicle Group, quite young. I saw she was talented in computer programming and thought to bring some fresh blood into the Red Alliance. Just so happens Charles Quarles approached me, asking for a favor, said someone stole their group’s scientific research technology and asked me to back them up. That’s all there is to it!” His tone was pleading, almost as if swearing an oath: ”I really didn’t know this had anything to do with your esteemed father, if I’d known it was related to you, I definitely wouldn’t have helped!”

Evelyn Quarles did have some talent in programming, and after their fallout with Lincoln Hoffman, the Red Alliance also needed someone from the outside to handle stuff.

That’s why he had his sights on the Quarles Family.

Little did he know, what a blunder it was, out of all people to mess with, he meddled with this big shot.

And she’s the big shot’s daughter!

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t show any change in her expression, her demeanor indifferent as she casually rested her hand on the sofa armrest, her fingers tapping nonchalantly, only remarking: ”Someone from the Cubicle Group has talent in programming?”

”It’s a bit of talent, just so-so,” he admitted.

@ilovebeingskinny glanced at her, feeling a bit bitter, as he considered himself exceptional in computing, only Sun could be better than him.

Before meeting Nathalie Quinlan in person, he imagined Sun would be a forty-something old man, similar to those from an IT association.

In such a comparison, he still considered himself mighty talented.

Who knew that meeting Sun in person, she would be so young.

@ilovebeingskinny sipped a sour lemon: ”That girl’s name is Evelyn Quarles, she has some talent, but she can’t compare to you.”

Evelyn Quarles...

Nathalie Quinlan thought for a while before recalling where she had heard this name.

In a medical competition, there was this girl who looked down on both domestic medicine and Chinese Medicine, arrogant and overbearing.

The name seems to be Evelyn Quarles.

What a coincidence!

She lifted the corner of her eyes, a mix of cold and dry humor, legs crossed, the corners of her mouth curling wickedly: ”Since the talent is mediocre, then forget it, Red Alliance isn’t at the level of picking up garbage yet.”

”...” Picking up garbage, that quite fits... Her level is just so, like tasteless chicken ribs, tasteless yet a pity to discard, only because Cubicle Group and Charles Quarles were ’reasonable,’ did he pick Evelyn Quarles out of the many.

But Cubicle Group and Evelyn Quarles were definitely not the only options for the Red Alliance.

@ilovebeingskinny got it in seconds, nodding: ”I understand.”

He then recalled something else and said to Nathalie Quinlan: ”Right, big shot, there’s a banquet tonight hosted by the IT association. Originally Emma Gabehart was supposed to attend but she can’t make it last minute, since you’re here, maybe you could represent the Red Alliance for us?”

Nathalie Quinlan’s phone vibrated just then, she picked it up, it was a message from Amadeus Yancey telling her they’ve arrived, resting at the hotel, and will be out for dinner later.

She replied casually.

@ilovebeingskinny was still talking about the banquet, hands joined in desperation, a sincere look on his face: ”The dinner’s at Golden Pavilion Hotel, banquet hall on the 88th floor, big shot, please, do us a favor and help out in a pinch.”

Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t keen on going initially, but considering she had no other plans that evening and recalling his prior help, she pursed her lips, her youthful and striking face under the brim of her hat, her voice bristly: ”What time.”