The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 864: Nathalie: I Exposed Myself

Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze suddenly turned icy. "Are you done?"

"Ghania, you must be jealous of me, hating our parents. Otherwise, why would you oppose the family in every way after leaving the Quinlan family and continuously trouble me? This time too, you clearly scored perfect marks in the college exam, why not say it? Instead, you first pretend scoring zero, tricking me, and then clarifying your perfect score, how ridiculous is that?"

Ghania was indeed so angry that she felt dizzy. Online were all the abuses and mocking voices directed at her, and Ivy Wilmar kept calling her, urging her to go out.

Steven was contacting her too, she didn’t need to think to know the reason must be related to Lighten Chaser retweeting the Piano Association’s Twitter post.

When Lighten Chaser first came out to hammer her, she didn’t think much about it.

But the second time he retweeted her Twitter post, speaking extremely rudely and with a distinct personal style, she felt something was off.

Ghania spoke in a very low voice, trying hard to hide her irritation. "What is your relationship with Lighten Chaser, another man by your side, Nathalie? Can’t you stop relying on others and have the guts to face me directly?"

Nathalie’s gaze turned extremely cold, her fair hand tapping on her phone, patiently listening to her finish, already regretting that she had answered this call. She absent-mindedly responded, "When have I ever relied on others? I have always been upfront with you."

Hasn’t the one who hasn’t been upright always been Ghania herself?

"Heh, so upright! Nathalie, then explain what’s the deal with Lighten Chaser. Isn’t he someone you brought in? Are you saying she doesn’t know me? Not knowing me, would she retweet my Twitter and talk to me in that tone?"

Ghania hadn’t finished speaking.

The girl interrupted her sharply, not caring if Ghania knew, "I hammer you with my own Twitter, any objections?"

"I hammer you with my own Twitter, any objections?"

At these words, silence fell like death on the other end.

Nathalie pulled the phone away to check, the call was still connected, Ghania had not hung up; she frowned, her expression cold.

Ghania was silent for a whole minute. Nathalie did not hang up, waiting for her to digest the news.

After a long while, so long that she started tapping impatiently on the table,

Ghania finally asked slowly, "Are you saying, you are Lighten Chaser?"

Nathalie as Lighten Chaser?! How could Nathalie possibly be Lighten Chaser? Lighten Chaser, with millions of fans on Twitter, while Nathalie was just an ordinary high school senior in McKinney.

How could Nathalie possibly be equated with Lighten Chaser?

She felt the world had become fantastical.

Fantastical to the point she couldn’t catch her breath.

Nathalie was never afraid of Ghania finding out this alternate identity; after all, with Ghania’s personality so unwilling to stand out, even if she knew, she would definitely not speak out. Her beautiful dark pupils narrowed, pure black and white, extremely dark: "Whether I am Lighten Chaser or not, didn’t you have a clue when you used my arrangements?"

"You’re not using my creations for the first time. Didn’t you feel anything when you used them?"

Thousands of miles away at the Capital City Club, Ghania was in the restroom, pinching the palm of her hand, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, struggling to recover.

Of course, she had felt something. How could she not have felt anything?

Before using that arrangement, she had felt the award-winning arrangement Nathalie helped her modify in her freshman year was very similar to Lighten Chaser’s style. Urged by her teacher and having all her new compositions rejected, she had no choice but to take a risky move, searching online for an arrangement similar to the award-winning piece and using part of it.