The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 576: The Second Wave of Face Slap_1

Watching as Myles Sullivan approached the door of the principal’s office, Ghania Quinlan’s hand hanging by her side clenched tightly, her back tense, she followed him into the room.

"Sorry for the wait. There was some traffic on the way."

Myles Sullivan started with a cordial greeting as he entered.

A tense atmosphere filled the office; several members of the parents’ committee, led by Wenny Taylor’s mother, were dissatisfied with how the school was handling the situation. During the time they waited for them, they had several heated exchanges with the principal, pressuring the school to deal with Nathalie Quinlan.

Nathalie, on the other hand, lounged lazily by her chair, playing with her phone after having spoken those words to Wenny Taylor.

Amadeus Yancey also appeared quite unaffected, finding a spot not far from her to seat himself with an almost-smiling demeanor. He didn’t engage with his phone, but casually sipped the water brought to him by the Class C homeroom teacher.

When he settled his presence there, as soon as Myles Sullivan walked in, his heart skipped a beat, and it started to sink...

With Amadeus Yancey here, it seemed that the reason for calling him today was not good!

He just didn’t know what the urgent matter was that necessitated his presence.

Myles Sullivan felt uneasy, his gaze landing on the tall and slender girl leaning nearby.

In McKinney, October was nearing winter, with a significant temperature difference these days. Approaching the afternoon, the sun was obscured by clouds, making it quite cold.

The girl, lazily playing with her phone, was merely dressed in a thin sweater. Her coat was loosely tied over her shoulders, the hood drawn up, revealing only the cold sharpness of her chin. Her lips were extremely pale, but her luscious lip shape was beautifully formed, slightly pursed, and she looked altogether self-contained.

"Ha, I thought you had called someone else. Is he your family member?"

At that moment, Wenny Taylor’s mother’s face darkened slightly. As soon as Myles Sullivan entered, she couldn’t wait to confront him sharply.

"You asked us to wait for someone, and we have waited. Now that the person is here, isn’t it time you gave us an explanation?"

When Wenny Taylor saw Ghania Quinlan enter with a middle-aged man, she was actually startled and somewhat panicked, but she didn’t appear as weak as she seemed. Since being called into the principal’s office, she had maintained her composure despite appearing very nervous. Aside from being once provoked by Nathalie, she had always given off the impression of a well-behaved student, wearing glasses, not speaking much, seeming submissive and fragile, which made Nathalie look more like the street ruffian she described...

Therefore, even though Wenny Taylor was a little panicked to see Ghania Quinlan, she immediately bit her lip, lowered her head, and avoided any eye contact with Ghania, nor did she greet her, as if they were merely acquaintances.

However, her age was obvious, and no matter how composed she could be, her instinctive movements betrayed her nervousness, her hand unconsciously gripping her clothes tightly on her knee, her knuckles turning white.

Others might not have noticed the details she inadvertently revealed, but Amadeus was perceptive, taking in all the changes in her demeanor as soon as Ghania entered, in those shrewd and profound eyes.

Amadeus clicked his tongue but didn’t expose her; he continued to sip his water nonchalantly, waiting for Nathalie to handle things.

Ever since Myles Sullivan came in, Nathalie put away her phone, lifted her head, her eyes narrowing sharply, her face expressionless, and she greeted, "Uncle Sullivan, you’re here."

"There was some traffic on the way, delayed me a bit," Myles Sullivan, somewhat bewildered by the scene before him, looked up at her and asked, "Nathalie, what’s going on here?"