The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 122: Ghania Quinlan Apologizes (Recommendation Tickets, Let’s Go)_1

Jhovany Sullivan feared that if she started talking to Ghania Quinlan and the others, they would latch onto her like rabid dogs and not let go. She nervously turned her head and said, "Nathalie, just ignore them, they are a bunch of lunatics. The more you pay attention to them, the more excited they get."

Indeed.

After Nathalie joined the conversation, the girl who had just defended Ghania Quinlan immediately said with full pride, "Have you heard of Seven?"

"That bracelet Ghania is wearing is from Seven. It costs hundreds of thousands and you can only buy it with a reservation. It was a birthday gift specifically customized by Ghania’s mom for her at Seven. You better hand it over quickly, or we’ll call the police."

Nathalie squinted her eyes.

Something from Seven, hundreds of thousands really isn’t expensive, it’s probably the lowest end of the brand’s price range.

The series she designed were usually limited editions, with prices starting at least in the millions.

Looking at the value of the diamonds she used, there were quite a few that were worth eight figures.

Six figures? She really didn’t have any!

The two sides were still arguing, with Jhovany Sullivan the most agitated, getting into a verbal fight with the other side, her saliva almost flying out as she argued and gesticulated.

Suddenly, Ghania let out a cry of surprise.

"That bracelet..."

Everyone’s gaze followed her words and turned in unison to Jhovany Sullivan’s wrist.

Today, Jhovany Sullivan was wearing a school uniform with a silver bracelet on her fair wrist. The bracelet was obscured by her sleeve when she didn’t lift her hand and was not conspicuous.

It was only when she raised her hand that the bracelet on her wrist was visible, a bracelet from Seven.

"That’s my bracelet."

Ghania’s expression wasn’t good as she quickly walked over, grabbed Jhovany Sullivan’s hand, rolled up her sleeve, and looked at the bracelet on Jhovany Sullivan’s wrist.

At first glance, she was stunned.

Just then, Jhovany Sullivan also snapped back to reality, forcefully breaking free from her grasp, her face flushed with anger, "What are you doing? What gives you the right to grab my hand? This is the bracelet Nathalie gave me as a gift. What ’your bracelet’? Don’t talk nonsense!"

Ghania’s companions thought she had found the bracelet she had lost and immediately seized on Jhovany Sullivan’s words to mock, "Oh, so Nathalie stole the bracelet and put it on you."

"You... you’re full of shit!" Jhovany Sullivan was infuriated.

The bracelet on her wrist was a gift from Nathalie at the start of the school year. Ghania’s bracelet had just been lost. There’s no way it could be the same one on her wrist.

At that moment, Nathalie came over, gently laid her hand on her shoulder as a silent comfort, then lifted her eyelids and looked at the dumbfounded Ghania with cold and menacing eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Look carefully, is this bracelet yours?"

Ghania bit her lip, her feelings a mix of shame and embarrassment.

She had just seen clearly that the bracelet on Jhovany Sullivan’s wrist was not hers. Jhovany Sullivan’s bracelet had a very small signature on the pendant, the letter S.

The items from Seven would only have ’his’ mark if they were personally designed by Good S.

Her own bracelet was just an ordinary product from Seven.

Ghania took a deep breath; no matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t believe Jhovany Sullivan could afford a bracelet designed by S, especially not one to be carelessly worn on the wrist.

It was mostly a fake bought online.

But she had indeed made a mistake this time and could only lower her eyes and speak humbly, "No, I was mistaken."

Nathalie, squinting her eyes with her height advantage, always looked down on Ghania, giving a sense of oppression from above. She spoke evenly, "Ghania, I don’t know where you lost your bracelet, but obviously, it has nothing to do with me. I can let it go that you caused a scene out of nowhere, but you must apologize to Jhovany Sullivan. Otherwise, we’ll have to ask Mr. Jones to come and solve this."