The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 134: There’s No Need to Court Popularity_1

"...no, nothing’s wrong."

Emilia Sullivan was keen to clarify his relationship with Nathalie Quinlan. Seeing Stanley Zachmann’s cold attitude towards herself, she didn’t dare to provoke him, so she looked past him and her eyes fell on Nathalie.

With her face red and urgent: "Nathalie, aren’t your biological parents from Hillwood? What’s going on with you and Professor Zachmann? How can he be your father? You mustn’t recklessly acknowledge someone as your dad."

Damn it.

The people from Class A couldn’t stand to see her bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and they all wanted to step in.

Yet, Nathalie looked up with cold indifference, obviously accustomed to her behavior.

Peeling off the Quinlan Family’s hypocritical and arrogant facade, at their core, they were people who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Emilia Sullivan was no different.

"He’s neither my dad nor could he possibly be Ghania’s."

Emilia had never seen someone defy her like this, a frown involuntary wrinkling her forehead, as she habitually scolded, "What way is that to speak to me!"

Nathalie’s delicate brows and eyes were covered with a thin layer of frost, cold and irritable, and she impatiently slipped her phone back into her clothes pocket, saying, "How would you like me to talk to you?"

"You..." Emilia felt anger brewing in her heart.

But before she could express it,

Stanley Zachmann stepped in front of Nathalie, his face showing resentment as he stared at her: "Enough, Mrs. Quinlan, it is not your place to educate my daughter!"

"I don’t understand where a forty-something-year-old gets the manners to interfere in our family’s affairs, but if you’re looking to educate my daughter for me, spare yourself the effort!"

Seeing that he was angry, Emilia was startled, becoming hesitant as she hurriedly tried to explain, "Professor Zachmann, I didn’t mean that, I..."

Stanley Zachmann: "I’m not interested in what you meant!"

"Mrs. Quinlan, perhaps you should spend more time concerning yourself with your own and your own daughter’s matters."

His gaze sharply shot toward Ghania not far away, just a glance before shifting away, but his words were sharp as a knife, "Students come to school to study, not to be on TV. There’s no need to dress up for attention."

"Mrs. Quinlan can’t even manage her own daughter, our family’s Nathalie certainly doesn’t need your concern!"

Everyone was watching her, and the students from Class A, including Jhovany Sullivan, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Ghania’s face turned pale in an instant.

Her face felt burning hot.

The Seven dress she was wearing suddenly felt scalding, and she was so humiliated she almost couldn’t bear it.

After he had spoken, his previously angry expression softened in an instant, and his voice mellowed. Anyone could see his affection and favoritism: "Nathalie, are you hungry?"

Locking eyes with him, Nathalie saw the concern in his eyes, as if worried that she would be upset because of the Quinlan Family’s interrogation just now. An unexpected warm current rose in her chest, and she pursed her lips. She didn’t want to answer such a childish question, but her body honestly heeded the voice deep inside her heart.

"Yes."

"You’re hungry, huh." Stanley Zachmann let out a breath, pulled her close, and whispered softly, "It’s okay, I’ve had Amadeus set a table. Let’s go."

He turned back again, his expression scholarly and mature, speaking to Justin Wafford and the others, "Sorry to have kept you waiting so long. Let’s go."

Saying this, he pulled Nathalie along, treating the whole Quinlan Family like air, brushing past them.

"..." Emilia’s fingertips were trembling.

After today’s huge embarrassment, the gossip about the Tsinghua University professor’s daughter once being their family’s fake golden girl would spread across the entire Circle by tomorrow.

How could Ghania ever enter McKinney’s upper echelon again?

Her gaze unceasingly flitted over Nathalie’s and Stanley Zachmann’s faces, her eyes resettling on the cold girl’s face, filled with resentment.

All of this was thanks to her!

Nathalie and her eyes met mid-air and then casually drifted away.

Not worth seeing.