The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 902: The Boss’s Move, Guess It’s One Hundred Million

The female teacher, however, clung to it like a lifeline, insisting, "The competition did not specify that only students above freshman year can participate. Nathalie Quinlan has already been admitted to Tsinghua University, she is a student of Chinese Medicine. Since she is our student of Chinese Medicine, our department has this quota, and we are willing to give it to her. Those people can’t interfere! I think Nathalie is capable, definitely better than having no one go."

"..."

The idea was too crazy. Winston Sullivan didn’t immediately respond to her, hesitated for a moment, found his phone and said, "Don’t rush, I’ll call Mr. Avalon and ask for his opinion. If he thinks Nathalie is capable, we can negotiate further. And, we need to consult Nathalie’s own wishes about this."

This wasn’t something they could decide in private.

What if Nathalie participated and it involved issues with the student’s reputation? What if it all went wrong?

*

Imperial Hotel.

The celebration banquet for school admissions ended at three o’clock in the afternoon.

Most of the guests had left.

Only a few who were particularly close to Nathalie Quinlan or Amadeus Yancey remained.

Mr. Zachmann was happy today, having consumed quite a bit of alcohol, already somewhat inebriated but still spirited; it was obvious he was in an exceptionally good mood.

Leonardy Zachmann was accompanying him, trying to take care of him and prevent any mishaps due to his drinking at his age.

Celine Tucker was also by their side, though unlike Mr. Zachmann’s evident happiness, Leonardy seemed relatively happy even if not as much as Mr. Zachmann, her face could only be described as struggling to keep up.

Most people had left.

Nathalie was also preparing to leave.

She hadn’t slept well last night, and after eating for three to four hours at noon, she really felt overwhelmed and sleepy.

She walked over to where Mr. Zachmann was, looked at the old man whose face was flushed from drinking and obviously drunk, and pursed her lips.

She pulled out a transparent glass bottle from her pocket and handed it to Leonardy Zachmann, whispering, "Uncle, this is a health supplement I bought for Grandpa. Please give it to him when he sobers up."

Alfred Garland, Amadeus Yancey, and a large group of people were following behind her.

Alfred Garland, seeing the familiar glass bottle and at least twenty pills inside, quickly lifted his head and glanced at Nathalie with a complex look, then silently lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Ms. Quinlan has money!

Ms. Quinlan has money!

Don’t even guess about the big boss’s gesture, it’s definitely hundreds of millions!

Leonardy Zachmann poured a cup of tea for Mr. Zachmann, seeing that the old man indeed had too much to drink, he reluctantly took the glass bottle that Nathalie handed over.

Looking at it, the bottle was also transparent with no label or production date. He paused, looked up as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, "Nathalie, what exactly is this medicine? I heard from your grandpa that it has great effects and his health has improved a lot recently. Just tell me the name of the medic

ine, next time I will buy it so you don’t have to spend money. As a young girl, we haven’t given you much money, how can we keep letting you buy things for your grandpa..."

Celine Tucker also saw the transparent glass bottle in Leonardy Zachmann’s hand, with few shoddy pills inside. She coldly withdrew her gaze, a mocking look fleeting across her face which she quickly masked under her indifference.

It’s just a ’three-no’ product, how much could it cost, needing to be specifically mentioned like this?

Don’t think she doesn’t know, the old master often sent money to Nathalie. At that family recognition event, Leonardy even gave Nathalie a Citibank black card with a small 500 million.