The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 120 - 911: When Does the Tsinghua University Professor Come_1
Justin Wafford, due to what happened with Jhovany Sullivan last time, had thoroughly embraced Nathalie Quinlan as one of his own. Hearing her upset, he pulled the little cry-baby back, wiped her face clean of snot and tears, and told her not to cry anymore.
Then he said to Nathalie Quinlan, "Nathalie, in the days you weren’t here, Ghania Quinlan totally stole the spotlight. I heard that the professors from Tsinghua University are coming to our school today, have you seen her?"
"She wore clothes from the seven brand to school, just waiting to show off."
Justin Wafford’s family was wealthy, and he recognized many top brands that ordinary high school students wouldn’t know.
That’s why he could tell at a glance how extravagant the dress Ghania Quinlan was wearing really was.
Even celebrities on the red carpet were hardly more ostentatious.
Freddy Cagwin scoffed beside them, "Isn’t that just her usual style? She’s been like that since she was little. Whenever there’s a chance to show off, she never keeps a low profile."
Except she always pretends to be low-key and not care.
But inside her heart, she cares desperately.
The Quinlan family are all like that, intrinsically vain and arrogant people.
A few others who were close to them chimed in, "I was just saying how exaggerated Ghania Quinlan’s dress was today, who wears something so extravagant to school? Turns out it was because the professors from Tsinghua University were coming."
"No matter how expensive her clothes are, I still think she’s not as pretty as Nathalie. And she’s always marketing herself online as ’the most beautiful candidate from National Artists University’, hiring an internet water army to say that she’s a ’once-in-a-decade perfect school beauty’ for our No. 1 Middle School. Shameless! She could only become the school beauty because Nathalie wasn’t at No. 1 Middle School before. If Nathalie had been here, Ghania Quinlan wouldn’t have stood a chance."
Clerent Miller, who had previously clashed with Nathalie Quinlan over a betting incident at the start of the school term, had come to idolize Nathalie after she ranked first, thoroughly putting class B to shame. Since then, Clerent had been vocally supportive of Nathalie at every turn.
She was essentially Nathalie’s loyal lackey.
"Exactly."
Every class has a group of students who don’t do so well academically, and Clerent Miller and her clique of ladies were average at best. When she spoke up, her girls immediately backed up their leader’s words.
"And there’s Ghania Quinlan, putting on makeup every day, yet pretending to be bare-faced. Her act might fool those clueless guys, but which girl can’t tell she’s wearing foundation, drawn her eyebrows, lined her inner eyelids, and has sneakily applied lipstick?"
Clerent Miller grew increasingly annoyed with Ghania Quinlan, huffing, "I really don’t understand what’s wrong with Senior Zayn’s eyes. I feel like starting a fundraiser for his eye treatment. He has to be blind to fall for someone like Ghania Quinlan and then even bring his own tutor to hype her up. He’s really made her strut her stuff!"
Justin Wafford crossed his arms and sneaked a glance towards Nathalie Quinlan, murmuring, "I want to know what made him blind, too."
That he’d fancy Ghania Quinlan over Nathalie.
He’s a boy, and no matter how you look at it, Nathalie is a hundred times better than Ghania Quinlan.
It’s just unfortunate that her family’s circumstances aren’t that good, and she’s not the Quinlan family’s legitimate daughter. Otherwise, with Nathalie’s excellence, people like Jeff Quinlan wouldn’t ignore and drive her out of the family home.
He sighed inwardly, lamenting the great pity of it all.
On the other hand, he understood that one’s birth was determined by fate, and no matter how unfair he felt it for Nathalie, Ghania Quinlan being the real Quinlan heiress was something that would never change!
As Nathalie Quinlan listened to their chattering beside her ear, nonstop prattle with each adding their bits, she put her things down, lifted her eyelids, and asked, "Does anyone know when the Tsinghua University professor is supposed to arrive?"
