The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 582: Now You Know to Regret and Apologize_1

"About this matter..." Myles Sullivan had just begun to speak.

Right then, the man who had been lounging there casually placed his water glass gently on the desktop, and the cup made a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft against the wood.

In an office where the atmosphere was a spark away from igniting, in such a tense environment, this kind of noise should have gone unnoticed.

Yet not only did Mr. Jones immediately look in that direction, but even Myles Sullivan, who was speaking, closed his mouth and subconsciously glanced over.

Amadeus Yancey was wearing a shirt and casual pants today, the length of which outlined his long legs, a pair of long and straight legs that were quite eye-catching. The black coat he wore to some extent extended this visual effect, showing off sexy lines.

His face was naturally handsome.

Even Alfred Garland, a rough man, knew that widely spread saying that there were three absolute beauties in Beijing: the sky, the water, and Amadeus Yancey. It showed how extraordinarily handsome his features were! His clear-cut eyes slightly squinted as he turned his face, high nose bridge appearing charming, even attracting Ghania Quinlan’s line of sight against her will...

His thin lips curled up, his gaze quite cold yet with a hint of a lazy vibe, "Mr. Shen, how you educate your child is your business. Now that things have been clarified, can we leave?"

The former half of his sentence was directed to Myles Sullivan, clearly the latter was meant for Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones react fast, immediately rising from his chair, and said with a busy smile, "Look at me, I forgot about that."

He was a smart man, he turned his head, not speaking to Amadeus, but politely addressing Nathalie Quinlan instead, "Nathalie Quinlan, the matter has been clarified, you can go back first. I will have your homeroom teacher notify you once the results of this handling are out."

He paused, then looked up and glimpsed Wenny Taylor finally knowing fear in the corner, and withdrew his gaze with regret, saying softly, "Don’t worry, the school will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

What Wenny Taylor did could be considered malicious slander and rumor-mongering, according to the school rules and discipline, a punishment was inevitable.

If it wasn’t for Nathalie Quinlan saying earlier that the college entrance exam was nearing and Wenny Taylor had good grades, it wasn’t necessary to expel her over this issue, the school might have very well expelled Wenny Taylor to please Amadeus Yancey.

Wenny Taylor heard Mr. Jones’s words loud and clear, suddenly lifting her head, her eyes behind her glasses somewhat reddening, her fists clenched in fear.

She turned her head to look at Ghania Quinlan, who had not hesitated to push all the blame on her, then at the girl whose demeanor was cool and detached, who had never bullied her, finally unable to hold back her courage, she raised her voice to call the person who was about to leave, "Nathalie."

Nathalie halted for a moment, then turned back.

Wenny Taylor saw her own disheveled reflection in Nathalie’s pitch-black eyes, tears finally breaking free.

Sobbing, she said, "After you and Justin Wafford left that day, it really was Ghania Quinlan who deliberately told me, saying you had fought with someone off-campus, causing them to become disabled, and she told me that as long as I made a big deal out of it, the school would definitely punish you. I was momentarily blinded by foolishness and posted the matter on the forum... I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have been jealous of you. But if it wasn’t for Ghania Quinlan’s egging on over the phone call, telling me that reporting to the teacher would be useless, the teacher would surely cover for you because of your good grades, I wouldn’t have thought of posting on the forum. I’m sorry..."

She was both guilty and regretful, but what she felt even more was the fear of being punished.

She covered her face, and tears slipped through her fingers, crying quite sadly.