The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: I Wonder If This Year’s Top Scholar in College Entrance Examination Will Make an Appearance

”I heard that this year’s top scholar in the college entrance examination chose Tsinghua University again instead of Southern University. This year’s top scholar is quite different from previous ones—I heard they scored exceptionally well. As soon as the results were announced, dozens of first-tier universities rushed to their school to recruit them. Looks like Tsinghua University’s opening ceremony will be especially lively this year.”

Her friend, a member of Beijing’s second-generation circle, hadn’t studied domestically but majored in jewelry design abroad. She had just returned from overseas and wasn’t too aware of the major and minor happenings in Beijing recently.

Naturally, she didn’t know about Nathalie Quinlan’s connection with Caryn Zachmann.

She mentioned it casually out of pure curiosity.

”I wonder if this year’s top scholar will show up at the opening ceremony.”

The speaker didn’t mean much by it, but the listener caught on.

Caryn Zachmann furrowed her brows slightly, her gaze icy as she answered indifferently, ”Who knows? Probably.”

After all, at events like the opening ceremony, where one could show off, how could Nathalie Quinlan not partake?

She recalled the matter Adelle Wafford had asked her about before arriving at Rivendell. Caryn pulled back the cold indifference in her eyes, shifted her focus back to her phone, pursed her lips, and flipped through her phone book to find Audrick Zachmann’s number...

*

Meanwhile, inside the hot pot restaurant.

Nathalie Quinlan found a quiet spot, pulled out a chair, and sat down. The waiter handed her the menu.

She held the pen casually, scribbled down a few dishes in a relaxed pose, then looked up and handed the menu to the impeccably upright group of men sitting across from her.

”I’ve picked a few dishes. You guys have a look and see what you want—order for yourselves.”

After saying this, she thought for a moment and calmly added, ”Their hot pot here tastes pretty good. You could give it a try.”

Stanley Zachmann stood up, took the menu from the girl, but didn’t order. Instead, he handed it over to Audrick Zachmann beside him.

”I’m fine with anything. See what you feel like eating.”

Audrick Zachmann, forced to take the menu and pen from him, looked utterly baffled—to the point he almost wanted to say he was fine with anything too!

Seeing his uncle playing the doting father so visibly, he silently placed the menu on the table, marked a few more dishes with the pen, and handed the menu to the waiter, blinking once as his voice swept across gently like a breeze, ”Let’s just go with these.”

The waiter happened to be a young girl. She had recognized him from the moment he entered. Seeing him smiling at her now, her heartbeat quickened as her face flushed bright pink. She bowed her head, not daring to meet his eyes, and stammered softly as she took the menu from his hand, ”O-Okay.”

After handing the menu over, Audrick Zachmann turned to the girl across from him, who had pulled out her phone and was now playing on it casually. ”Nathalie, what drink would you like?”

Having struggled to find a topic for the longest time, Stanley Zachmann finally seized the chance and jumped in right away, ”Yes, Nathalie, order whatever you want to drink—Dad’s treating!”

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyelids slightly, glanced at the overly attentive duo of one small and one large across from her, and arched her brow with a hint of carefree boldness. Slowly, she picked up the teacup from the table, sipped a mouthful of tea, placed the cup back on the table, and let her jet-black lashes fall. Her expression remained calm as she replied leisurely: ”No need. I’m fine with tea.”

”...”

Stanley Zachmann and Audrick Zachmann both asked their questions in vain.

Audrick silently turned back to the waiter to convey the final drink choice, and she took the menu and left.

Once she left, the atmosphere in the private room fell silent instantly.

Nathalie Quinlan occasionally took sips of tea while replying to messages on her phone. Her arm stretched straight out as if she were busy with her own matters, never lifting her gaze to speak with them.