The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1399: Did You Leak My Information?
In less than half an hour, the news of Aiden’s withdrawal had shocked everyone in the international IT association.
No matter how the senior officials from Gondwana tried to persuade him, or how the representatives from the international IT association personally sought him out for talks,
Aiden maintained his stance — you can try persuading me, but I insist on withdrawing!
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Intercontinental Hotel, Room 1606.
Nathalie Quinlan arrived and said goodbye to Leo Dunn and the others, returning to her room.
She closed the door and deftly took out the laptop from her single shoulder bag, plugged it in, and powered it on.
Without looking at the Wi-Fi password on the hotel’s prompt card, her fair fingertips tapped the keyboard, and the laptop connected directly to the internet.
Unhurriedly, Nathalie Quinlan found the Red Alliance chat interface on her desktop, then walked back to pour herself a cup of tea, pulled out a chair, and sat down casually.
Her right hand had a fracture, with a cast on her wrist, temporarily unusable.
She rested her left arm on the desk, typing with one hand, her speed faster than what Leo Dunn inadvertently saw her doing with her phone on the airplane.
The computer screen emitted a silver-white faint light on her face; the girl’s bright eyes and teeth showed, her exposed skin was snowy white, her nape’s line superior, leaning casually against the chair back in a rather lazy posture.
Examining her laptop screen carefully, you could see her pull up a chat dialogue box.
The dialogue box showed the other party’s nickname.
The words ’@ilovebeingskinny’ were both overbearing and flippant, exuding the immature brainless style of a teenager.
[QN: Did you leak my information?]
After Nathalie Quinlan sent the message.
In just a few seconds, it showed as read on the other side.
She leaned back against the chair, picked up the tea on the table, taking a sip while leisurely waiting for the other party to reply.
Soon.
@ilovebeingskinny’s message came back.
In the chat dialog box she just opened lay someone’s innocent reply quietly.
[@ilovebeingskinny: Nope~ I just showed the Red Alliance members the boss’s magnificence, so they won’t forget who their boss is.]
[@ilovebeingskinny: Don’t worry, boss, I definitely didn’t tell outsiders!]
Nathalie Quinlan placed the cup back on the table, opened his unread message, raised her eyebrows, and uttered ’tsk’ from her mouth.
Her hand hovered over the keyboard for a long time, unable to find the words to curse.
After a while, she seemed to think of a euphemistic term.
Nathalie Quinlan half-squinted her eyes, stared at the chat interface, and typed back.
[QN: Are you dumbass?]
[@ilovebeingskinny: ?]
[@ilovebeingskinny: ???]
Nathalie Quinlan looked at the string of question marks he sent over, disdaining to bother him further, and with one hand, kicked him out of the chat group to cool off for a few days.
She then casually closed the chat interface.
Just then, there was a knocking on the door outside.
"Come in."
Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze darkened slightly, she nonchalantly closed the laptop, and lazily called out.
Jackson Wafford knocked on the door and came in from outside, seeing the girl sitting cross-legged on the chair, he asked gently, "Nathalie Quinlan, Mr. Dunn and I are going down to eat, would you like to join us?"
Eat?
Upon hearing about eating, Nathalie Quinlan just noticed that the time on her phone had passed noon. However, she had eaten a little on the airplane and wasn’t particularly hungry now.
So she replied rather politely, "Principal, you guys go ahead and eat, don’t worry about me. I’ll order takeout if I get hungry later."
"That’s not alright." Jackson Wafford refused without a second thought. After refusing, he thought briefly, and suggested, "Do you have anything you’d like? We can bring it back for you after we finish eating."
