The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1045: What’s the Story Behind Nathalie Quinlan as a Friend

Although they disagreed inwardly with this oppressive show of power.

But the Red Alliance holds an aloof status in the industry, and with the Red Alliance siding with Cubicle Group and Charles Quarles, they were utterly powerless against the suppression!

However, just now @ilovebeingskinny from the Red Alliance called him, asking him to go downstairs to pick up the Tsinghua University research team’s verification documents. This move... it seemed like things were about to take a turn!

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It takes some time for people to come down.

After @ilovebeingskinny finished the phone call, seeing that the few people had nothing to talk about.

He took the initiative to find a topic and asked Nathalie Quinlan: "S..."

He scratched his head, remembering that Jackson Wafford had just called Nathalie Quinlan by her name, and corrected himself: "Ms. Quinlan, have you found a place to stay? Where are you planning to stay?"

Actually, he still preferred calling her "boss".

So comfortable!

Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyelids to glance at him, and for the first time, she thought his head was quite bright, not as dumb as he was online.

"Haven’t decided yet."

@ilovebeingskinny only had his moment of clarity, then immediately reverted back to form: "Why haven’t you decided? Stay at the Golden Pavilion, it’s convenient and close."

Nathalie Quinlan saw Jackson Wafford looked somewhat embarrassed and was about to speak.

Stella Iversen, seemingly unable to tolerate it any longer, said sarcastically: "What a grand statement, you think you own the Golden Pavilion Hotel? You think you can just stay because you say so?"

"Otherwise, what should we do to stay? Write an application form?" @ilovebeingskinny was purely a good baby, asking her out of curiosity.

But this made Stella Iversen furious, suspecting he was deliberately picking a fight.

"You!" Before Stella Iversen had a chance to burst out.

@ilovebeingskinny had already walked ahead, saying: "Since you’re here, just stay at the Golden Pavilion. The other decent hotels are far, and you guys wouldn’t want to lug your luggage around. Wait a moment, I’ll go get you some rooms."

As he said this, he ran off quickly, afraid that Nathalie Quinlan wouldn’t give him a chance to show his eagerness, like a streak of smoke he ran to the front desk.

Stella Iversen and the other three professors initially thought he was just showing off and didn’t realize how expensive the Golden Pavilion Hotel was before saying they should stay there.

But seeing @ilovebeingskinny return with several room cards not long after, handing one to each person courteously, saying: "You all came so suddenly, the Presidential Suite was all taken, I’ve booked suites for you, stay as long as you like."

Jackson Wafford: ...

Stella Iversen: ...

The other three professors: ...

A standard room at the Golden Pavilion costs about one hundred thousand a night, a suite... has to start at two hundred thousand a night.

Jackson Wafford was a bit slow to react, subconsciously looking at Nathalie Quinlan with a complex expression. What kind of background did her friend have?

She was way too generous!

The girl took the room card from the young man, still with an indifferent expression, as if unaware of how expensive the room rates here were, and said calmly: "I’ll transfer the money to you later."

"No need for that." He said with a smile, nearly expressing his thanks to the boss.

He saw the few people standing there stunned, and touched his nose bridge as if he remembered something, then politely suggested: "So... teachers, why don’t you first take your luggage back to the rooms, I’ll send the room numbers to the person you’re looking for, and I’ll ask him to come up to see you."

He was eager and efficient in getting things done, not even waiting for Jackson Wafford’s agreement, enthusiastically helping with the luggage: "Let’s go, I’ll lead you up."

Dragging the luggage ahead, Jackson Wafford glanced at Nathalie Quinlan and, seeing that the girl was nonchalant, shrugged her shoulders. Despite being full of doubts, he still followed along.

Since he was going, the other professors naturally followed him.

Only Stella Iversen was lagging behind, her face flushed hot, turning alternately pale and red, clenching her fists. Seeing the others had followed, she hesitated for a moment before lifting her leg to follow.