The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 960: The Legendary You, Nathalie

"Okay." Winston Sullivan nodded. "I’ll go now."

Just as they finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open.

A girl in a white sweater and canvas shoes walked in from outside.

She appeared quite casual, still holding her phone with the earphone wire plugged in, entering nonchalantly.

Perhaps noticing that everyone was looking at her, Nathalie Quinlan lifted her gaze, her eyes clear and pure, striking in their beauty.

"Sorry, I’m late."

Stephanie Tanzil, who had just been expressing her pity for Nathalie in the private room, twitched at the corners of her mouth as she saw the girl appear at the door, stunned.

"Nathalie Quinlan?"

She rarely lost her composure, but at this moment, she truly couldn’t control her surprise.

So, the legendary Mr. Avalon’s apprentice is Nathalie Quinlan???

The one she had just scoffed at, thinking her young and arrogant, was actually... Nathalie Quinlan???

She was dumbfounded.

"Nathalie Quinlan?" Reynaldo Vinson heard the name involuntarily exclaimed by Stephanie Tanzil and looked towards the door.

Seeing Mr. Avalon and Shawn Norton both stand up to greet the girl as if they were very familiar with her, he raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

And silently repeated the name in his mind.

Nathalie Quinlan?

Why does he feel like he’s heard this name somewhere before, more than just once.

Where exactly?

*

Compared to the lively atmosphere in the second-floor private room, the banquet hall on the third floor where the Sullivan Family and Ghania Quinlan were having their mentorship celebration was somewhat distracted.

You could say it was all hurriedly concluded.

Steven had also taken Ghania Quinlan to introduce her to the connections in his Circle, but since Steven was after all an outsider, the people he could introduce were either from the piano Circle or some peripheral family members from Beijing.

After all, every family has a child, and the more powerful and privileged the family, the more they value their child’s comprehensive development—moral, intellectual, physical, and aesthetic abilities must all shine.

Thus, piano masters like Steven were also quite popular in the Circle.

Many peripheral families from Beijing that could not reach Shawn Norton would settle for someone like Steven for their children.

Since Steven was considered a kind of mentor to their children, they were willing to give Steven face and attend Ghania Quinlan’s mentorship banquet.

If this were an hour ago, Ghania Quinlan would have been overjoyed to meet so many prestigious figures from Beijing’s social circles.

Even though she knew these people were just small fish in the Circle, for someone like her from McKinney, who couldn’t even count as a small fish, these were still the people she had to ingratiate herself with.

But this time, she just couldn’t muster any interest, and during the toasts led by Steven, she spaced out several times, not really present.

This out-of-sorts feeling persisted until the mentorship banquet was over.

...

Ghania Quinlan returned to the Sullivan family’s home and, after briefly speaking to Ivy Wilmar and the others, went upstairs to her guest room.

The room was neat and tidy, adorned with many antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, and the pure European decor reflected the taste of the owner.

The Quinlan family had also been wealthy in McKinney, so Ghania Quinlan was not completely ignorant of the finer things in life. For instance, she could tell at a glance the brand name of the bed and furniture in her room, and that they were not cheap.

She used to be quite satisfied living here; this was just a guest room of the Sullivan family, yet it was more luxurious than her own room back in McKinley.