The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1033: What Help Can a College Freshman Offer Them!

Her eyebrows were knitted, her lips tightly pursed, prevented from speaking for a long time, and after a while she finally said, "Since it’s the principal’s decision, I can’t argue with you. Anyway, we’re just going to deliver information. If that student insists on coming along, I hope she doesn’t cause unnecessary trouble. After all, nobody can help her in a place like the Illegal Zone!"

Jackson Wafford knew she was annoyed that Nathalie Quinlan insisted on coming along and spoke out of dissatisfaction, yet he wasn’t offended, replying mysteriously: "Don’t worry. I understand Nathalie. She isn’t the type to stir up trouble. If she insists on coming with us, she must have her reasons. She might even be a help to us."

A freshman helping them out in the Illegal Zone?

Stella Iversen didn’t believe it, but seeing Jackson Wafford’s conviction made it hard for her to burst his bubble.

She didn’t believe Nathalie Quinlan could be of any help, she just hoped that the freshman wouldn’t slow them down!

While the two were talking.

A slim figure appeared in Jackson Wafford’s line of sight.

The girl was dressed similarly to the day before, only replacing her short-sleeve T-shirt with a long sleeve one. She wore a Duckbill Cap, its brim pulled down low, and had pulled up the hood of her sweater, around her neck was visible headphone wires, seemingly listening to music.

She walked at an unhurried pace.

As if going to the Illegal Zone was no big deal, she didn’t even carry any luggage, only a black single shoulder bag on her shoulder, which looked hardly filled with anything.

"Nathalie, this way!" Jackson Wafford saw her and hurriedly waved to her.

The girl looked up in their direction.

He waved again, softly saying: "Over here."

Stella Iversen also saw the girl walking toward them, noticed that Nathalie had brought nothing, just the bag, and looked rather thuggish.

She frowned again, her expression sullen, didn’t greet Nathalie, and turned away, grabbing her bottle and moving to find others.

*

Jackson Wafford didn’t notice she had walked away, and was still waving at the girl, gesturing for her to look over.

Nathalie Quinlan was casually walking in their direction while stuffing earphones into her ears, talking on a phone call.

"I’ve reached the airport, yes, departing in half an hour."

She stayed up all night accompanying someone playing a game till 3 AM, almost making her sick.

After staying up most of the night, she had to get up at 8:30 AM. At the moment, Nathalie’s eyes looked rather cold and tired, and her voice trailed off, showing she wasn’t fully awake yet.

Amadeus Yancey on the other end was refreshingly awake, a stark contrast to her sleepy state, his voice calm: "Let me know when you arrive."

"Yeah, got it." Nathalie was about to meet up with Jackson Wafford and others, so she didn’t continue chatting with him, lowered her voice, tiredly saying: "I’m hanging up, let’s talk later."

She was concise, didn’t wait for a reply, took the phone out of her pocket, cut off the call, and removed her earbuds.

A delicate and outstanding face hidden under the brim of the hat, her eyes slightly lazy, as she stood before Jackson Wafford, her back straight yet somehow still emanating a casual nonchalance.

In dealing with Jackson Wafford, Nathalie Quinlan was very polite: "Good morning, Mr. Wafford."

"Morning." Jackson Wafford, always appreciative of talent, saw her nodding repeatedly, warmly said: "Had breakfast? There’s a KFC nearby, if you haven’t eaten, we can buy something before boarding. Otherwise, sitting for so long might make you hungry."

Seeing the KFC, Nathalie Quinlan also caught sight of Stella Iversen and others, she withdrew her gaze, one hand in her pocket, lowering her eyelashes: "No need, I’ve already eaten."