The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 59: I’ll Make You Leave No. 1 Middle School Sooner or Later_1

The chemistry teacher’s face instantly turned as dark as a soup base, glaring sharply at her without expression, pointed to the blackboard, and shouted, "Jane Bailey, come up here and answer the questions on the blackboard."

When the teacher called her name, it was then that she realized class was still in session. She hadn’t paid attention at all and had no idea how to answer the questions. She bit her lip, her face turned deathly pale with fright, and she stood there clueless, "Teacher, I..."

Ghania Quinlan sat in the center-most seat of the third row, held in high regard like the moon embraced by the stars. Hearing the commotion behind her and seeing the phone in Jane’s hand, she proactively raised her hand.

"Teacher."

She was already guaranteed admission to the National Artists University, and as the class’s literary prodigy with a boundless future ahead, the teachers gave her some face. Upon seeing her raise her hand, the teacher’s face softened slightly, and a strained smile appeared.

"Ghania Quinlan, what’s the matter?"

Ghania Quinlan swept back the short hair beside her ear and said softly, "I have thought of a solution for those three problems, may I try to solve them?"

"This..." The chemistry teacher had intended to teach Jane Bailey a lesson for playing with her phone during his class, but since Ghania spoke up and considering the Quinlan family behind her, he hesitated for a moment, sold her some face, and impatiently said to Jane, lifting his chin slightly, "Alright, sit down!"

He then turned to Ghania Quinlan with a smile across his face, "Ghania Quinlan, come up here. Let’s see if your approach to solving these problems is correct."

Ghania Quinlan stood up and walked toward the podium.

Jane Bailey in the back row had dodged a bullet and gratefully looked at her while settling back into her seat, teeth clenched and eyes flickering with uncertainty.

What exactly had Nathalie Quinlan used to pull this off?

How could the posts on the school’s forum have suddenly disappeared without a trace?

*

School was soon dismissed.

Jhovany Sullivan packed her schoolbag and invited her with a hop and a skip, "Nathalie Quinlan, want to walk home together?"

"No, thanks."

Nathalie Quinlan had few possessions, and Jhovany Sullivan saw her throw gum, a phone, and a tablet into her bag—she didn’t even bring a single book home before pulling the zipper shut.

Nathalie Quinlan slung her single shoulder bag over her left shoulder and got up, looking like trouble, "I still have things to do, there’s a place I need to go."

Jhovany Sullivan noted that she really didn’t plan on taking any books home, let out an "Oh," and with reluctance said, "Alright then. Let’s do it together next time."

"Yeah."

Nathalie Quinlan agreed, which was as good as a promise to her.

Her face immediately lit up with a joyful smile, like a little fan girl who had just set up a date with her idol, causing Justin Wafford, who had also finished packing his bag, to pout jealously. He glanced over at Nathalie Quinlan—tall and leggy, such a woman!

"She’s agreed to meet you next time, what are you standing there for, dumbass? Let’s go!" He hooked the clueless Jhovany Sullivan by the neck and forcefully dragged her out of the classroom.

Nathalie Quinlan watched the two of them leave, bickering and laughing, arched an eyebrow, and put her chair back in place, ready to stride out with her long legs.

However, at the classroom door, someone came charging over, fuming with rage, and blocked her way.

"Nathalie Quinlan, did you delete the posts from the school’s forum?"

Wasn’t it Jane Bailey who had been holding back all afternoon and finally found a chance to confront her?

She raised her voice, attracting quite a few curious onlookers.

Nathalie Quinlan frowned, gave her a cold look, and spat out a few words, "Get out of the way, good dogs don’t block the path!"

Harsh!

Although Jane Bailey came from an average family, she was always seen with Ghania Quinlan, and everyone knew they were close. Ghania Quinlan was a well-known second-generation rich kid in the school, so people gave Jane some face.

After Nathalie Quinlan’s retort, Jane’s face turned beet red, her teeth clenched, and she shouted angrily, "Don’t get cocky, one day, I will expose your true colors to everyone and make you leave No. 1 Middle School!"

Nathalie Quinlan had already walked past her, not even bothering to give her a second glance.