The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 836: National College Entrance Exam, Nathalie Hasn’t Woken Up Yet

Audrick walked over, looked around, didn’t spot today’s candidate, pulled out a chair and sat down, asking Alfred with confusion.

"Where’s Nathalie? I haven’t seen her."

Alfred had just heated a cup of milk and brought it over. Hearing this, he glanced with a calm demeanor, "I don’t know either. I haven’t seen Ms. Quinlan. She must still be sleeping."

"Still sleeping?" Audrick became unsettled, the bun he’d sneakily taken fell down in surprise. He lost his appetite and glanced at his watch, then turned to the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing with his phone. "Amadeus, what time is the exam?"

Amadeus was responding to messages about The Ninth Institute. Having just finished, he heard Audrick’s anxious voice, lifted his eyelids slightly, his thin lips pursed, appearing to be in a good mood, "Eight thirty."

"Eight thirty..." Audrick frowned upon checking the time.

With a face as sour as a bitter gourd, he said, "It’s seven thirty now..."

Only an hour left, and Nathalie still hadn’t gotten up.

Audrick couldn’t quite describe his feelings, which were complex.

Originally, he couldn’t sit still and subconsciously wanted to go upstairs to call someone down. Thinking about his sister Nathalie’s fantastic grades, he felt that actually going there might seem like unnecessary worrying.

...

Upstairs, Nathalie had just woken up.

Not by the alarm.

But by various text messages, news alerts, and phone calls that relentlessly woke her up.

She got up with a cold irritation, first went to the bathroom for a cold shower to cool herself down, and only after the irritation had somewhat subsided did she come out, change clothes, and pick up the phone that was lying aside.

Her phone was almost stuffed with messages.

Silvania Ingram, Owen Yapiter had all called her.

Candice Yancey and Sadam Vinson had sent her messages.

Among them, Sadam Vinson was the wordiest.

Out of everyone, he alone sent over ten messages.

Nathalie squinted her eyes, which showed extreme irritation, and opened the message Sadam Vinson had sent. After a bunch of nonsense, it finally got to the point.

[Nathalie, what score do you think you’ll get this time?]

[Don’t feel too pressured by this college entrance exam; your grades are good enough for Tsinghua University anyway. Just take it easy, and if you miss a few points, tell your brother, I’ll figure something out for you.]

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, swiped her finger across the screen, scrolled up and noticed he had sent these two messages just after seven.

The first message had even been sent at six thirty in the morning.

Half-squinting her eyes, barely able to contain her irritation, she casually replied to a message and then went downstairs.

*

Beijing, Govert Griffin was with Sadam Vinson.

Early in the morning, Sadam Vinson had woken him up to have breakfast.

Unable to refuse this gentleman, yawning, Govert accompanied him to the Imperial Hotel. Just as he had brims a spoonful of crab roe porridge, he noticed Sadam Vinson who seemed distracted playing with his phone, the phone screen lit up.

Sadam Vinson almost instantly sat upright, eager to check the message.

After reading it, he opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a while, forcing out one word, "Damn!"

And then,

"Crazy, truly fucking crazy!"

Sadam rubbed his lips, then touched his chin, feeling quite amused and started to laugh, "Damn, really has someone’s style, worthy of being a couple."

"What couple?" Govert was watching him and occasionally looking at the phone, unable to contain his laughter, he couldn’t help asking, "Mr. Vinson, what are you talking about?"

Sadam watched the reply from Nathalie, concise and very much like Nathalie herself.

[QN: 750.]