The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 681: Just Want to Quietly Watch Her Get a Face Slap_1

Amadeus Yancey’s thin lips curled up, his eyes deep and unfathomable, filled with an emotion only he could understand as he said, "She’s not your average high school student."

Alfred Garland agreed wholeheartedly in his heart the moment he stepped in after finishing his phone call.

Indeed.

Ms. Quinlan was no ordinary high school student; she was a hidden powerhouse!

He had already given in!

It was that kind of complete and utter submission, both in heart and words!

Thinking thus, he maintained a composed expression on his face, walked in, and approached Amadeus Yancey, reporting in a low voice, "I just spoke with Ms. Quinlan, she’s still dining with elders, it will probably be another hour."

"Another hour? Are you saying we have to sit around here and wait for her for an hour?" Phoebe Hoffman said with an unhappy expression.

Since Nathalie Quinlan had helped Alfred Garland with the chip issue, he already considered her one of his own. Hearing Phoebe’s comment, he turned around with a stern expression, showing no concern for giving her "face": "Mr. Hoffman, if you don’t want to wait, you don’t have to, as long as you can solve it yourself."

This left Phoebe Hoffman with a face that shifted between shades of red and white, taking quite some time to recover. Suppressing the humiliation in her eyes, she snorted, found a sofa to sit down on, and said, "You all are exalting her to the skies, but I want to see just how impressive she really is. Don’t tell me she can’t even get ABCD right in the end."

Wallace Radcliff’s mouth twitched, seriously wondering if she had been sent by heaven to slap him in the face, as her words were almost identical to what he had said before.

Back then, besides questioning what a high school student like Nathalie could possibly know and whether she even understood what source code was, he also doubted whether Nathalie could recite ABCD completely.

He glanced at Phoebe Hoffman sympathetically and couldn’t be bothered to argue with her anymore. Instead, he just pulled up a stool, patiently waiting to enjoy the show.

*

Elsewhere.

Shawn Norton and Mr. Wafford had talked for another half hour before finalizing the details about the lecture.

As soon as they reached an agreement, Shawn Norton’s face showed signs of fatigue.

The president of Tsinghua University, being very perceptive, promptly took out his wallet and went to find a waiter to settle the bill with a smile.

When he was gone, Shawn Norton lifted his head to look at the girl sitting across from him, who had diligently accompanied them through the entire meal, and said, "Nathalie, later on you..."

Nathalie Quinlan, seeing that they had finished eating, took off her headphones, and promptly replied, "I’ve got something to do later, I need to make a trip to the hospital."

"To the hospital?" Shawn Norton became serious as soon as he heard the word ’hospital’: "Are you feeling unwell? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ll go with you."

"No." Nathalie’s heart warmed, and holding her single shoulder bag, she explained, "A friend of mine is hospitalized at City Hospital, and he just called asking for help, so I need to go there."

"Oh, I see, you gave me a scare." Shawn Norton relaxed and remembered Nathalie receiving a phone call in the middle of their meal: "Then I..."

Nathalie saw the fatigue between his brows and interrupted him without hesitation: "I can go by myself, you should rest well at the hotel. Once I’m done, I’ll let you know."

"..."

Shawn Norton was getting on in years, and had rushed over on an airplane early in the morning. Although he didn’t do much besides having a meal with Nathalie, he was actually quite tired and not feeling very spirited.

Hearing Nathalie’s words, he didn’t insist on going with her and nodded, "Alright then, call me if anything comes up. Mr. Wafford might leave tomorrow, and I’ll be staying in McKinney for a while longer. I’ll only return to Beijing after the conference is over."