The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 672: The Second Wave of Face Slap_1

Little did anyone know, that student was actually — Nathalie Quinlan!

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Ivy Wilmar finally found her voice after a long while, her well-maintained face twitching violently as she forced a smile, uglier than crying, "Professor Derliand, you say she’s the top scorer in the Tsinghua University Joint Entrance Exam? Could there be a mistake? I haven’t heard about this before..."

She had always believed that Nathalie Quinlan had not been admitted to Tsinghua University!

Because Nathalie Quinlan never told Myles Sullivan about getting into Tsinghua University from start to finish, unlike Ghania who immediately called them to share the good news as soon as she got her results.

So she had automatically assumed Nathalie Quinlan had not made it.

So Nathalie Quinlan did get in? And she was the top scorer?

Ivy Wilmar felt the world spinning, it was absurd!

The incident with Jecksen Wilmar had been tightly covered up by Raymond Wilmar and herself to the outside world; everyone only knew that the young master of the Wilmar Family had caused trouble again, but they were unaware of the specifics.

Even less known was the fact that Jecksen Wilmar’s three-year sentence was related to Nathalie Quinlan.

He smiled, partially to appease Shawn Norton, "It’s normal that you haven’t heard about it, as this year the school didn’t release the results as early as in previous years. The exam results were only made public on the school’s Intranet after midnight last night, accessible only internally within higher institutions. They will be officially released to the public tomorrow."

"Didn’t you ask me at the airport who was the student that all the universities were vying for? I didn’t tell you then, but I said you’d know tomorrow. That’s what I meant."

"..." Ivy Wilmar was left speechless. If she had known the person Professor Derliand was referring to was Nathalie Quinlan, she would have preferred to remain ignorant for life rather than face this awkward embarrassment.

He had yet to realize that Ivy Wilmar’s face color was off and continued, "Nathalie Quinlan is not only the top scorer of the Tsinghua University Joint Entrance Exam, but she is also Mr. Norton’s student. A video of her playing the Konghou at Mr. Norton’s birthday party was uploaded online and has been on the hot search ever since. Your McKinney has produced a talent indeed! Ghania has good grades, but Nathalie Quinlan’s are even better!"

Ghania has good grades, but Nathalie Quinlan’s are even better!

These words were like a loud slap in the face to every member of the Quinlan Family, especially to Ivy Wilmar and Ghania Quinlan, whose faces burned with pain.

Beyond the pain in her face, Ghania’s complexion had also turned deathly pale, her whole body shaking. If she hadn’t been tightly clutching the palm of her hand, she might have collapsed to the ground in the midst of this bizarre atmosphere of embarrassment. Even so, she did not have the courage to see Ivy Wilmar’s reaction.

Listening to him boast about the Joint Entrance Exam results, Nathalie Quinlan glanced up, her expression cold as she swept her gaze over the group in front of her and said to Shawn Norton, "I’m hungry, let’s go eat."

Shawn Norton was not fond of socializing with strangers either, and with his status, he did not need to forge relationships with people he didn’t know well. As soon as Nathalie Quinlan suggested it, he nodded immediately, "Alright, let’s go inside."

He was just about to ask the president of Tsinghua University whether he wanted to join them or have dinner with Professor Derliand and the others.

Then he saw Professor Derliand naturally inviting, "Mr. Norton, you’re dining here too? What a coincidence, so are we. How about joining us?"

Shawn Norton frowned slightly.

Professor Derliand remembered Ivy Wilmar expressing a desire to invite Mr. Wafford for a meal. As they had all run into each other, he hadn’t thought too much and said, "Mr. Wilmar has reserved a private room; we haven’t gone there yet. President, Mr. Norton, why not join us? More people make it merrier."

He then turned to ask Ivy Wilmar, "Right, Mr. Wilmar?"

"..." Ivy Wilmar felt a tightness in her scalp as she was looked at, her cheeks heating up slightly, her throat felt as if it were obstructed by a fishbone, she was utterly choked up!