The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1406: Chapter 1406: It’s Still Unclear Who Will Face Slap Whom

Maxcel listened, his face already not very pleasant, and with a snap, he placed the champagne bottle in his hand on the table, wiped his mouth, looked at her, and coldly laughed: ”Don’t worry, I will definitely prove myself tomorrow!”

The middle-aged woman just gave a nonchalant smile, placed the cigarette held between her fingers into her mouth, her eyes enchanting beneath which hidden undercurrents flowed...

Nathalie Quinlan!

In just the blink of an eye, this Nathalie Quinlan almost ruined the Quarles family. How could she tolerate it!

She took a drag of her cigarette and flicked away the ash with her fingertip, looking at the arrogant and confident Maxcel with her captivating smokey voice, said: ”Maxcel, then I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

Maxcel sneered, not understanding why she was so concerned about a first-year student from Country Z, very confident, he said deeply: ”Relax, the first place in this competition is definitely mine!”

Evelyn Quarles chimed in at this point, clenched her fists so tightly that she almost broke her nails: ”Tomorrow you must make that Nathalie Quinlan lose face.”

Previously, Nathalie Quinlan crushed her with invincibility in the medical competition in front of the audience, and afterwards, Nathalie Quinlan even posted their rankings on Instagram to humiliate her.

She still remembers the hatred from back then.

What if Nathalie Quinlan is Sun?

This time they found Maxcel, who is as famous as her. Maxcel is a top hacker recognized by the outside world who can compete against her.

Nathalie Quinlan has a fractured right hand, and tomorrow she can only use one hand.

Losing is almost inevitable!

She doesn’t just want Nathalie Quinlan to lose the competition, she desires more!

Evelyn Quarles bit her teeth and said with a twisted face: ”I also want her to taste what it’s like to be face slapped by someone’s overtaking.”

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Nathalie Quinlan still does not know that someone is painstakingly thinking about her, even wanting to see her make a fool of herself at the competition.

After returning from Aunt Cagwin’s, she plugged in her earphones, carrying a thermal container, leisurely swayed into the hotel lobby, ready to go back.

”Nathalie Quinlan.”

Who knew that when she reached the elevator, she would encounter someone she didn’t want to meet.

She turned her head, lazily squinted her eyes, and saw Zayn Fisher, standing behind him was a group of the Fisher Family, including Ghania Quinlan and Emilia Sullivan’s mother and daughter.

As soon as they saw her, the expressions on Ghania Quinlan and Emilia Sullivan’s faces were obviously not very comfortable.

Ghania Quinlan turned pale, weakly called her: ”Sis.”

Nathalie Quinlan paid her no mind, as if she hadn’t heard.

Ghania Quinlan’s face turned ugly, in front of the crowd, she couldn’t act out, she could only silently endure.

Emilia Sullivan simply did not say a word, standing there like a log.

Mrs. Fisher reacted fast, immediately pushed Emilia Sullivan aside from behind, slightly raised her chin, gesturing for her to speak.

Emilia Sullivan’s face changed dramatically, after quite a while reluctantly squeezed out: ”Ah, you’re back in McKinney.”

She didn’t even call Nathalie Quinlan’s name.

The word ’Ah’ replaced Nathalie Quinlan’s name.

That tone as unfamiliar as with strangers, perhaps even less polite than some strangers.

Mrs. Fisher glared at her angrily, hurriedly squeezed out an ingratiating smile, acting as though she was very familiar with Nathalie Quinlan, greeted: ”Nathalie Quinlan, what a coincidence, Lidya didn’t expect to bump into you here, we are really so destined.”

”By the way, you haven’t had lunch yet, right?” She enthusiastically invited: ”Since we’ve bumped into each other, would you like to have lunch with us?”

Mrs. Fisher tried her best to seem not too flattering, but the ambition in her eyes betrayed her.

”I’m celebrating my birthday today, and I’ve booked a place in the banquet hall on the first floor. Nathalie Quinlan, let’s have a meal together.”