The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: Only Found Out About the Car Accident Temporarily

If Caryn Zachmann is Lighten Chaser, and Audrick Zachmann is coming today, the Chinese Medicine department is going to lose face big time!

Stewin Hoffman glanced toward the front row, pursed his lips, and lowered his voice: ”Someone from the Ministry of Culture also came. I heard that Maybelissa will be sending people to the celebration this time. The department that wins first place could get sponsorship from Maybelissa Group.”

”You mean Maybelissa?” Zayn Fisher froze in surprise and instinctively sat up straight.

Maybelissa has a complicated background. They’re rumored to even have influence in Beijing’s Illegal Zone and are incredibly famous both domestically and internationally. To join Maybelissa, one has to be among the elites of the elites — even Zayn himself hopes to join them after graduation.

Not for any other reason.

If Maybelissa values him, the Fisher Family could at least gain the confidence to move from McKinney to Beijing, instead of gradually losing their standing even in McKinney’s circles...

Why would Maybelissa come to Tsinghua University’s celebration?

Maybelissa is notorious for their pride.

It’s always elite school students groveling to Maybelissa. When have you ever seen Maybelissa show face for a school? Even though Tsinghua is a century-old institution, Maybelissa’s people have never specifically attended its celebration before.

Stewin Hoffman comes from an ordinary family. He simply studied hard to get into Tsinghua University and doesn’t know much about the complicated dynamics of upper society.

He just knows Maybelissa Group is incredibly prestigious.

As for Maybelissa Group’s intricate background, he knows nothing about it. And precisely because he knows nothing, his tone was casual and unaffected: ”Yeah. Maybelissa. I hadn’t heard about them coming before either. It seems like they sent someone over at the last minute.”

”...” Zayn Fisher’s brows were still furrowed as he struggled to fathom why Maybelissa would be involved.

Stewin added, ”Tsk, the backstage is chaotic right now. A lot of departments are regretting not preparing better for their performances. Imagine if Maybelissa notices someone — it’d be an instant ticket to skyrocketing success!”

After he spoke, he lamented for Nathalie Quinlan, remarking with a mix of sentiment, ”What a pity. Looks like this celebration is going to be the ClinMed department and Caryn Zachmann’s big showcase.”

*

Backstage.

The Chinese Medicine department group had just realized that their performance piece overlapped with the ClinMed department’s representation, led by Caryn Zachmann.

The atmosphere was heavy.

”What should we do now? It’s too late to switch the performance piece.”

”I heard people outside say someone from the Ministry of Culture is here, plus there’s a TV station... almost all of the university’s leadership is attending the celebration, and there are reporters outside.”

Tiffany Olsen had just finished her makeup. Covering her face, tears threatened to spill as she apologized in deep remorse: ”I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I was the one who chose the piece. I didn’t know... I didn’t know Senior Caryn chose this piece too. It’s all my mistake.”

She hadn’t expected to run into this situation.

It’s practically a public execution!

Everyone remained silent, unsure of how to comfort her. The mood was poor overall, and no one had the emotional capacity to console anyone else.

Tiffany Olsen was representing the Chinese Medicine department.

If Tiffany and Nathalie appear embarrassed on stage, it equals the Chinese Medicine department being humiliated in front of everyone — an outcome no one wanted.

Velnisa Irvin was still wearing the cotton shirt dress she had worn during their last meal together. Her tall figure and cool demeanor stood out. Pressing her fingertips against her palm, her hand was sweating from anxiety. She struggled to contain her annoyance, knowing this wasn’t the moment to lash out at Tiffany. Biting her lip as though she suddenly thought of something, she muttered lowly, ”Where’s Nathalie Quinlan? Why isn’t she here yet?”

Her tone unintentionally carried traces of anger, the kind that hinted at misdirected frustration.

”Is she seriously waiting until the last minute to show up when she’s going to perform?”

Tiffany Olsen, despite feeling awful, still defended Nathalie: ”She’s on her way. Yesterday’s rehearsal went so late — she didn’t get home until after ten. It’s perfectly normal that she didn’t wake up on time this morning.”