The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 578: Directly Throw the Evidence in Her Face_1

"Freddy Cagwin hasn’t come back to school yet, and none of my friends around me know about this, only Wenny Taylor had dinner with her yesterday."

Nathalie Quinlan’s tone was extremely cold, yet sharp as a knife, "I don’t think it’s necessary to blow this up in such a manner! Who do you think told Wenny Taylor about it, me or her?"

Myles Sullivan had been through decades in the political arena, not rising through the ranks for nothing.

Upon hearing her say this, he already had a plan in mind.

His face suddenly darkened, his eyes smoldered with anger, and without speaking, he turned to look at Ghania Quinlan, his gaze icy and piercing.

Feeling as if she were sitting on pins and needles, Ghania Quinlan couldn’t stand still, biting her lips with tears already flowing down. She looked up, stammering in her explanation, "I... I did talk about Jecksen Wilmar. But I was just having dinner with classmates, and I mentioned it inadvertently during the conversation. I didn’t get involved, nor did I intend to make a big deal out of it."

She cried piteously, genuinely seeming quite pitiful.

Nathalie Quinlan, having had enough tolerance, waited for her to finish, then indifferently took out her phone and threw it in front of Myles Sullivan.

"This is a post from the school forum. I deleted the post, but I still have a few IDs saved. All from Ghania Quinlan’s former classmates who got along well with her, you can take a look. Also, there’s a screenshot attached of a text message she sent to one of these IDs, named ’Rising Sun.’ It was sent at eight in the morning and contains her forwarding the post to the other party, asking them to check out the post."

Ghania Quinlan never expected her to have such evidence, her face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with dread as she clenched her fists tightly.

Nathalie Quinlan, how could she have her text message records?!

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t bother to meet her gaze. With one hand in her pocket, she pressed down on the brim of her cap, revealing a cold, sharp profile, "So the chat was an accidental slip of the tongue, and the text message was also sent by accident? Last night you made a phone call to Wenny Taylor that lasted ten minutes; was that call also made accidentally?"

The last bit of color drained from Ghania Quinlan’s face, leaving her looking shocked and frantic as she stood there, on the verge of collapsing.

"I..."

Facing Myles Sullivan’s stern expression, she opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

Yet the fear inside compelled her to grab Myles Sullivan’s arm, desperate to explain, "She just called me to ask about the joint exam, we didn’t talk about much, and then her mom came upstairs, and she hung up the phone. That post... I just happened to see it this morning, and then I forwarded it to a friend. I didn’t ask them to stir up trouble in the forum..."

She then glanced at the girl in the corner, giving her a warning look, turned back, and held Sullivan’s arm tighter, her tears wetting her eyelashes as she said plaintively, "Uncle, you have to believe me, I really don’t know anything. You can ask Wenny Taylor, whether we were only talking about the joint exam last night."

"There’s no need to ask." Myles Sullivan’s face was expressionless, his demeanor steady, not blaming her. Yet the indifference leaking from the corners of his eyes and brows was what truly terrified Ghania Quinlan.

Her face ghostly white, her heart in turmoil, she lifted her head, her raven-black lashes heavy with tears, looking as fragile as a pear blossom drenched in rain, biting her lip softly, "Uncle, I..."

Myles Sullivan didn’t look at her, detachedly pulled away her hand, and turned, his composure steady as he explained to Mr. Jones, who was sitting there, "Principal, regarding the matter spreading through the school about Nathalie Quinlan’s fight..."