"Previously, Lincoln Hoffman, who was all the rage in the dostic scene, was also on this list, but he ranked outside the five hundred."
"Mom, do you know if Nathalie Quinlan can make it to the finals of this competition, where will she rank on the list?"
Celine Tucker took a deep breath and looked at him, her eyes sowhat wavering: "What rank?"
"Within the top 50."
Hendrik Zachmann gave her a heavy blow, then continued gracefully and handsoly: "As long as she can get through the group stage to the final round, she can make it into the top 50 on the list. If she secures a placent, she can make it into the top 20. Even Maybelissa wants to recruit people from the top 20 on this list."
"Are you saying that Maybelissa wants to recruit Nathalie?!"
"Yes. If Nathalie can secure a placent in this competition, Maybelissa will definitely reach out to her. She’s only a freshman; whether she will give up her studies to join Maybelissa depends on the result of her negotiations with Uncle."
Celine Tucker’s neck stiffened, and she couldn’t utter a word. Her eyes shook violently, clearly unable to digest what Hendrik told her.
In the first half of her life, what she was most proud of was Hendrik making it to Maybelissa and becoming a part of it.
When Hendrik successfully joined Maybelissa, not only was she happy, but the entire Zachmann family was happy, and a grand banquet was held at a hotel the previous year.
Hendrik pondered for a mont, then looked up and said, "Mom, even if Nathalie loses in the group stage, she has already brought glory to the country, do you understand?"
"Before her, not a single person from our country could make it to the group stage! She, as a freshman, defeated competitors from 16 countries and secured the only spot to advance from the qualifiers. To be honest, she did quite splendidly this ti."
Celine Tucker did not want to pay attention to him because she simply didn’t know how to respond. She couldn’t possibly join Hendrik in praising Nathalie’s determination and prowess?
She’s practically fuming right now, okay?
The fact that she hasn’t blown her top yet is already a testant to her good upbringing and years of cultivating a calm deanor.
Otherwise, she would not be standing here listening to Hendrik incessantly praising Nathalie; she would have shut it out long ago.
"I’ll go up and tell Dad about this good news first."
Hendrik didn’t notice her odd mood. He picked up his phone and headed upstairs to his bedroom, saying, "Later, I’ll book a private room at the Imperial Hotel, and we’ll all have a family dinner together."
Celine couldn’t call him back in ti; Hendrik was already upstairs, closing the door and calling Leonardy Zachmann to share the ’good news.’
She angrily picked up the facial mask on the table and threw it to the ground, her chest heaving for a long ti, and even after smashing sothing, Celine was desperately trying to hold back, yet the twitching of her facial muscles betrayed the anger and frustration in her heart.
Ha, she originally thought the family would settle down after the separation.
The old man handing over the old estate to Room One was fine, as in any case, they had already taken control of the old man’s connections, and they managed the family business.
What does it matter if Nathalie gets the old estate?
In Beijing, no one would consider her the future heir of the Zachmann family.
But who would have thought that Nathalie could turn the tables in a storm, turning a lousy hand into a King Bomb, disrupting all her plans.
Celine’s eyes were fierce as she stood amidst the chaos, directing the servant to clean up the ss on the ground, and then she turned and walked back to her room with arrogance.
She found a phone she hadn’t used in a long ti in the drawer. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she hesitated repeatedly, but in the end, she couldn’t resist the tornt of inner jealousy and dug out the only phone number in the phone book to make a call: "...Hello?"
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