The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 615: Almost Certain That Person Is Nathalie Quinlan_1

Upon powering on,

several messages popped up all at once.

All from the same person.

Shawn Norton.

[Girl, are you up yet?]

[It’s almost noon, are you still not awake? Respond when you wake up.]

[Are you still sleeping?]

[When you see this, reply to my message. Don’t stand me up.]

The messages had started at eight in the morning and continued until the afternoon, with the last one sent an hour ago.

Nathalie Quinlan checked the time—it was five thirty in the afternoon.

Shawn Norton had mentioned that their dinner was scheduled for six o’clock, and it was to take place in this hotel.

At that moment, her alarm, set earlier, went off. Nathalie Quinlan casually turned it off, replied to Shawn Norton’s message, and then placed the warm towel on the table. She picked up the hat beside her and put it on, making sure the brim covered her sleepy eyes in the mirror, before grabbing her room key and phone and heading out.

*

Outside the hotel, today showcased an assembly of luxury cars.

Zayn Fisher had come with Zeus Tanzil as well.

Originally, he had no invitation to attend, but after hearing him express his admiration for Mr. Norton, Zeus Tanzil decided to bring him along.

Approaching the hotel lobby, Zayn Fisher saw the grand setting inside, took a deep breath to compose himself, and tried to appear calm and collected, concealing any signs of stage fright.

"You’ll come in with me, and we’ll sit at the same table. If I get the chance, I’ll introduce you to Mr. Norton,"

Zeus Tanzil, dressed in formal attire today, looked somewhat mature. However, when compared to Sadam Vinson and Amadeus Yancey, he still had a hint of greenness and it was evident that he hadn’t fully entered society yet, retaining the simplicity of student interactions.

He turned his head and spoke to Zayn Fisher in a lower voice, hesitating, "But Mr. Norton will definitely be busy today, and I might not have the opportunity to talk to him."

"No worries, the mere honor of attending Mr. Norton’s birthday party is enough for me," Zayn Fisher was eloquent, resolving the awkwardness with just a few words: "I’ll leave the rest to fate!"

Zeus Tanzil’s expression eased a bit, he nodded and then said no more.

Just then, he bumped into an elder he knew and went to greet him.

Zayn Fisher, not recognizing anyone but Zeus Tanzil, stood somewhat awkwardly and couldn’t find anything to do.

He decided to take in the hotel’s decor instead.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a familiar figure in a corner of the hotel.

This time he was almost certain he wasn’t seeing things—It was Nathalie Quinlan!

How could Nathalie Quinlan be here?

Zayn Fisher could hardly control his legs as he quickly excused himself to the boy still exchanging pleasantries with the elder: "Mr. Tanzil, I see my friend over there. I’m going to say hi to her and I’ll be back."

Without waiting for Zeus Tanzil’s response, he hurried off after her.

*

"Nathalie Quinlan."

Nathalie Quinlan had just come out from the hotel room, not walking fast, her head down as she played with her phone. Suddenly, she heard someone call her name from behind. Surprised, she stopped, turned around, and saw Zayn Fisher rushing towards her.

She hadn’t eaten, yet she felt as if she was full.

Zayn Fisher didn’t notice the girl’s obvious impatience in her eyes, or perhaps he deliberately ignored the irritation on her face.

He caught up with her quickly, stood still, and demanded in a stern voice, "What are you doing here?"

He frowned, his voice heavy and reproachful, "This isn’t a place for you to be."

His tone sounded as if they were familiar, certainly not indicative of someone he had fallen out with before.

Nathalie Quinlan gave him a bewildered look, wondering if he had amnesia, and pulled the brim of her hat down, annoyed, "Is this your business?"