The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1279: Chapter 1279: Nathalie: Why should I explain? Are we close?

Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, holding back the blood-chilling coldness stirring in her eyes. She glanced coolly at the hand stretched out in front of her and remained standing still, not reacting.

Mainly she couldn’t be bothered to pay attention.

If it weren’t for Mr. Zachmann and the others being here, her attitude towards Hendrik Zachmann might have been even colder!

Hendrik held his hand out in the air for a while, but no one paid attention to him. He awkwardly withdrew his hand, rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, and bluntly said, ”Where were you this afternoon? Did you go to the Serenity Clubhouse? Who did you go with.”

He felt that he was already controlling his tone, just gently asking Nathalie. However, Stanley Zachmann next to him suddenly looked stern and snapped at him, ”Hendrik, are you overstepping? Is this something you should ask? I haven’t even asked, so it’s not your place to!”

Mr. Zachmann, who was looking a bit more spirited, now seemed a lot dimmer as he watched the scene in the ward. He didn’t speak, but took a deep breath, apparently holding back, only refraining from losing his temper.

Hendrik, oblivious to the looks of others, kept his handsome face slightly stern and didn’t step aside. Instead, he said to Stanley, ”Uncle, I know you care for Nathalie. I’m also doing this for her own good, not wanting her to take the wrong path and ruin her bright future! The way you’re spoiling her isn’t good for her; it’s actually harming her!”

Caryn agreed from the side: ”Uncle, we’re her blood relatives. We wouldn’t harm her. We’re asking clearly for her own good. After all, when she goes out, she’s not just representing herself, but also our family.”

She placed the phone she had prepared on the table, displaying a photo of a red sports car—Valencia Jett’s car.

Caryn, under the guise of caring for Nathalie, raised her egg-shaped face proudly and asked justifiably, ”Do you recognize the car in the photo? Nathalie, shouldn’t you explain it to your family?”

Stanley Zachmann frowned and shielded Nathalie, already regretting calling her over, and said irritably in a low voice, ”Nathalie, don’t worry about it, let Dad handle it.”

Nathalie raised her defiant brows, bypassed Stanley, picked up the phone placed on the table, glanced at it, let out a contemptuous laugh, and threw the phone back down. The eyes under her black duckbill cap were mesmerizing and penetrating as she looked at Caryn, unable to hide the casual disdain in their gaze: ”Why should I explain to you? Who are you, anyway? Ha, Caryn Zachmann, are you taking yourself too seriously! As if I need to explain to you and report my whereabouts. The problem is, are we even close?”

”Caryn Zachmann, are we close?”

Are we close?

The girl asked naturally, her voice light, yet it was a huge face slap!

Hendrik and Caryn both felt their faces burning, momentarily unable to respond.

What kind of reaction is this from Nathalie?

Hendrik furrowed his brows, instinctively pursing his thin lips, not speaking yet.

Nathalie glanced at him again: ”Regardless of us being family, even if we are, we’re of the same generation; it’s not your place to question me about my affairs!”

It’s only a Lamborghini sports car, not worth making a fuss about, demanding an explanation from her.

What explanation do they want?

The cheapest car Valencia Jett has driven is this Lamborghini, and that’s only because she came back to the country; all her other cars are in the garage in the Illegal Zone, and can’t be brought back.

If today Valencia had driven one of her custom-made cars from her garage, would Hendrik and Caryn still demand a ten-thousand-word guarantee?

Ha, they’re just being ridiculous!