The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1422: Dealing with Ghania Quinlan

Compared to Nathalie Quinlan, Maxcel’s previous provocative behavior seemed so childish and ridiculous, like a child who hasn’t been weaned, not worth mentioning.

After Nathalie Quinlan made the throat-slitting gesture, Maxcel’s face was already as dark as a pot bottom. If it weren’t for the people around stopping him, he might have rushed up to fight with Nathalie Quinlan.

Unfortunately, no matter how agitated he was, Nathalie Quinlan remained unbothered. After making the throat-slitting gesture, she crossed her arms, picked up her things, and left the competition venue directly.

Who the first place in this world software competition is, is beyond any doubt!

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In the audience, Ghania Quinlan stood up, her face pale, and said to the stupefied Emilia Sullivan, "Mom, I’m not feeling well, let’s go back."

Emilia Sullivan was originally so shocked by the cool and dashing actions of Nathalie Quinlan on stage that her jaw nearly dropped. Only when Ghania called her did she barely regain her senses, still in a dazed state. "Ah, okay, okay."

After Emilia Sullivan regained a bit of composure, she immediately asked with concern, "Ghania, what’s wrong with you? Where do you feel unwell?"

Ghania avoided her line of sight, shook her head, very gently and obediently said, "There are too many people here, I’m just a bit dizzy."

"Mom, let’s go back first." She picked up her bag, feeling uneasy in her heart.

Zayn Fisher also turned his head at this moment, "...going back now?"

Emilia Sullivan frowned tightly while supporting Ghania with much concern, "Ghania said she’s dizzy, we better go back first."

Zayn Fisher glanced at the stage, Nathalie Quinlan was already gone.

He then looked at the pale face of Ghania, pursed his lips, and said, "I’ll go get the car."

"Alright." Emilia Sullivan felt a little more at ease.

After all, since Zayn Fisher was part of the Fisher Family, he commanded some influence in McKinney. If Ghania was really unwell, having Zayn Fisher around would make it easier to find a doctor.

The three of them were about to take their things and leave, but unexpectedly, the exit at row nine was blocked.

Alfred Garland had been waiting for them at the exit. Seeing the three of them ready to leave, he gave a not-so-genuine smile and sarcastically said, "Young Master Fu, where are you going?"

Zayn Fisher didn’t expect Alfred Garland, who had been absent for the entire competition, to appear here and was caught off guard. He answered subconsciously, "My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. We are about to leave. Do you... need something?"

"I do have a little something," Alfred Garland said, glancing at the tense Ghania, who was nervously clutching her bag and behaving suspiciously. With a cold smile, he said, "We found an interesting piece of surveillance footage in the background that requires Ghania Quinlan to verify."

At the mention of the word surveillance, Ghania trembled all over, her face turning deathly pale.

Alfred Garland stepped aside, calmly saying, "Ms. Quinlan, let’s go."

Ghania’s heart leapt to her throat as she grabbed Emilia Sullivan’s arm in panic and whispered, "Mom."

Emilia Sullivan immediately shielded her behind her, opened her mouth, but didn’t speak.

Alfred Garland raised his eyelids and blocked her words, "I’m politely asking you to come with me now. If you’re unwilling, I’ll have to call security to ’escort’ you over. Your choice."

Zayn Fisher’s expression changed repeatedly, clenching the palm of his hand. He had no choice but to turn back and say softly to Emilia Sullivan, "Auntie, let’s accompany Ghania over."

Emilia Sullivan also knew that Alfred Garland was someone from Beijing, with deep connections behind him. Hearing this, she could only nod slightly, feeling uneasy.