The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 948: Don’t Look at Me, I Really Can’t Afford to Raise It

Seeing Amadeus Yancey still looking at her, Nathalie Quinlan’s shoulders were incredibly relaxed, her hands holding a mug, she lowered her head and took another sip of Sour Plum Juice, her expression casual and languid, she pursed her lips, her face expressing seriously, "Don’t look at me, I really can’t afford to take care of you."

"..."

Nathalie Quinlan gave him another glance, indifferent and confident, "Even if you look at me, I can’t afford it."

Amadeus Yancey chuckled, his chest vibrated for a few seconds, his arms bracing the sides of the chair, leaning in closer to her, his eyes extremely dark, reflecting the girl’s delicate facial features: "Is it a bit like abandoning responsibility to say you can’t afford it now, Nathalie the Goddess?"

"Hm?" Nathalie Quinlan was accustomed to him being close to herself, showing no resistance at all, she lifted her beautiful face, freshly bathed, with a faint scent of shower gel on her.

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes darkened, his gaze falling on her lustrous lips, reminded of the last time he was bitten, the area where he was bitten had swollen for two days before going down, during those two days he didn’t leave the house, only staying in the Rhine apartment.

He squinted, about to lean his head closer.

Nathalie Quinlan, perhaps thinking of something, suddenly braced her hand against his chest, furrowing her brows, "Wait a second, sit properly."

Her expression was quite serious.

Amadeus Yancey’s throat rolled, forcibly containing himself, sitting up straight.

Nathalie Quinlan put down her mug, picked up a pen and sketchbook, looking at him, her beautiful black eyes shining brightly, she was quite serious, adopting a new pose, sitting cross-legged opposite him, her paintbrush swiftly moving across the sketchbook.

A uniquely designed bracelet began to take shape under her pen.

Amadeus Yancey: ...

*

Sullivan Family.

Ghania Quinlan’s punishment had been determined.

Tsinghua University did not expel her, but neither did it let the matter slide easily as Myles Sullivan had hoped. Despite Derliand Gober’s pleas on Ghania Quinlan’s behalf, the school still marked a significant penalty on Nathalie Quinlan’s record.

This kind of penalty could potentially be revoked upon correction.

But whether it’s revoked or not, a record of the penalty would remain on Ghania Quinlan’s file.

This was akin to a stain on her life, one that Ghania Quinlan would never be able to fully shake off.

In addition to the penalty, Tsinghua University also demanded that Ghania Quinlan submit a ten-thousand-word self-criticism report, not a particularly high word count, but carrying a significant sense of humiliation.

Because of the disciplinary action against Ghania Quinlan, the Sullivan house had been shrouded in gloom lately, and with the confirmation of Ghania Quinlan’s plagiarism in musical composition by ’Lighten Chaser’ on Twitter, the Sullivan family’s expectations of her had nearly frozen over. If not for the bond of blood, Ghania Quinlan had no doubt that the Sullivan Family would have abandoned her immediately.

Even though Myles Sullivan was related by blood, Ghania Quinlan treaded on eggshells around the Sullivan house, unable to keep her head high.

Especially at the time when she was at her most embarrassed, at the lowest point of her life, word from outside had spread that Nathalie Quinlan had, as a dark horse, won first place in this year’s medical competition.

Ghania Quinlan’s days became even more unsatisfactory.

Today, Myles Sullivan and Ivy Wilmar were rarely at home together; Ghania Quinlan came down from the second-floor guest room and saw the two of them in the living room, politely greeted them.

"Uncle, Aunt."

Ever since Ivy Wilmar was indirectly implicated by Emilia Sullivan and had received a warning face-to-face from Amadeus Yancey, she had been giving Ghania Quinlan the cold shoulder.

Despite clearly seeing Ghania Quinlan greeting her, she continued to instruct the servant nonchalantly to make tea for herself, as if she didn’t see Ghania Quinlan at all.

Her actions were so direct and unapologetic for saving face, that Ghania Quinlan’s face turned pale, awkwardly standing there, her hands by her side tightening, not daring to anger her.