The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 30: No. 1 Middle School, Sister Qiao Has Come_1
Jeff Quinlan spoke to Cindy Lawrence about Nathalie Quinlan transferring to No. 1 Middle School, finishing with a strict tone, "I know about that child’s grades, they were mediocre when she was studying at her previous school. If she transfers to No. 1 Middle School, I’m afraid she won’t be able to keep up and it might actually hold her back. Plus, with Ghania also studying at No. 1 Middle School, it’s inevitable that the two sisters will affect each other..."
He didn’t want Nathalie Quinlan to go to No. 1 Middle School and embarrass him!
Although everyone in their circle knew that Nathalie Quinlan was not his biological daughter, she was still a person who had come out of the Quinlan Family, and if she caused any trouble, it would still be connected to them.
On the way back, Ghania and her classmate had told him about Nathalie Quinlan diving into the water to save someone.
Not only had she recklessly tried to show off, but she had even performed artificial respiration and acupuncture on that drowning child!
What did Nathalie Quinlan know about acupuncture!
If something went wrong and a life was lost, how would she compensate for that!
If the parents caused a commotion at the police station, they would be even more embarrassed!
Jeff Quinlan pursed his lips tightly and directly said, "Ms. Cagwin, look, could you speak to the administration for me?"
"The matter of transferring students..." there was a troubled voice on the other end of the phone from Gabriella Cagwin.
Jeff Quinlan’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Is there a problem, Ms. Cagwin?"
"Mr. Quinlan, I’m afraid I can’t help you with this matter."
He was a bit surprised, "Why not?"
"The matter of transferring students is decided by the principal. I’ve heard that the family of the transfer student has made significant contributions to the country, and the school has no right to refuse such a student. I, a mere teacher, clearly have no authority to say she cannot attend No. 1 Middle School."
Jeff Quinlan’s face color darkened slightly as he remembered his mother mentioning that Nathalie Quinlan’s biological grandfather was an accomplished painter, and he even knew Adelia Tucker.
Perhaps he really had made some contribution to the education sector in Hillwood County.
Jeff Quinlan was somewhat annoyed; it was just some teacher from a backwater town and he hadn’t expected it to be so troublesome.
"Ms. Cagwin, isn’t there anything that can be done?"
Ghania had good grades in class and was recommended to National Artists University, Gabriella Cagwin felt a bit troubled, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, Mr. Quinlan, transfer students will definitely have a placement test upon entry, if she gets placed in Class B, I’ll try to speak with the head teacher to have her moved to another class. That’s the only thing I can do. Anything more is definitely out of the question."
Jeff Quinlan hung up the phone call, and both Ghania and Cindy Lawrence were waiting in the living room. Seeing that he’d finished the phone call, Ghania’s face could barely hide her anticipation.
"Dad, how did it go? What did our homeroom teacher say?"
Jeff Quinlan sighed and massaged his temples, "Your sister’s grandfather is an old teacher, so she will still go to No. 1 Middle School. Just try to avoid her at school, I guess she won’t make it into your class anyway. The school is so big, it’s not likely you’ll run into each other easily."
Class S is on the third floor, while Class B and A are on the same floor.
Ghania had thought that by pulling some strings at home and speaking with the school, she could prevent Nathalie Quinlan from coming to No. 1 Middle School. Listening to Jeff Quinlan saying that Nathalie Quinlan would still come, her face couldn’t hide the disappointment, but her words feigned sincerity.
"The environment at No. 1 Middle School is great, even if my sister can only get into Class S it’s still better than studying in Hillwood County."
Cindy Lawrence, who looked exceptionally mean with her skinny, bone-wrapped face, was leaning on her walking stick and gave a cold snort, "The poorer they are, the clingier they become — not even a plaster sticks as much as she does!"
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The happenings at the Quinlan Family were unknown to Nathalie, who was upstairs playing on her computer before going down to eat.
The following day.
Early in the morning, Nathalie was up.
She had a placement test in the morning and would only be officially enrolled after completing the test.
She didn’t have much to bring with her—she simply gathered her things, took her phone, plucked a small sugar ball from her gum pack, and left the house.
