The Unveiling of Secret Queen Chapter 1644: Face Slap—Transferring the Money Directly to T

Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze swept over the bag she was carrying. The paper bag looked quite upscale, clearly not containing cheap items.

She looked again and saw so writing on the packaging.

Ginseng, deer antler, and bird’s nest?

Tsk~ Nathalie Quinlan’s dark pupils dimd, her brows and eyes dyed with a restless anger, making her seem sowhat defiant and unapproachable: "How much are these things?"

"Huh?" Mrs. Fisher was taken aback by her question.

The purpose of her giving gifts was to please Aunt Cagwin and thereby win over the connections behind Aunt Cagwin, certainly not for the sake of money.

But Nathalie Quinlan directly talked money with her.

Mrs. Fisher’s face turned hot, a mix of embarrassnt and awkwardness, sowhat uneasy: "Nathalie, these are all supplents I bought for Uncle Cagwin..."

"I know." Nathalie’s expression didn’t change, she took out her phone from her pocket, concise and to the point: "How much?"

Uncle Cagwin had surgery before Freddy Cagwin took the college entrance exam.

Now Freddy has gone to school in Beijing.

Only now did Mrs. Fisher ’belatedly’ bring gifts to visit the person who had undergone surgery... This kind of highly targeted action, anyone with discernnt could see her intentions.

Nathalie didn’t know that Felice Owen was related to Linda White, whom she had t once before, and that Linda had an ambiguous relationship with Richardo Fisher.

She hadn’t looked into any of this.

However, she could guess a bit from Mrs. Fisher’s action of being like a weasel paying respects to a chicken.

The girl’s attitude of wanting to pay money left Mrs. Fisher at a bit of a loss.

She stood there with a stiff expression.

With so many people watching around, her face felt hot with sha. She opened her mouth to say sothing but, upon eting the girl’s cold eyes like a cold pond, any hypocritical words were left unspoken.

She always felt an emptiness in her heart, fearing that if she said those words to the girl, she might end up more embarrassed than now.

But if she accepted the money, wouldn’t she have co all this way for nothing: "Nathalie, I brought these things not for money, but to visit Uncle Cagwin. After all, Zayn knows Aunt Cagwin. He, as the junior, should..."

Mrs. Fisher hadn’t yet sorted out her chaotic thoughts, rambling on while thinking about how to persuade the other party to accept the gifts.

Who knew that Nathalie’s eyes would flash, seemingly not wanting to quibble with her anymore, as her fingers swiftly tapped on the phone.

Before she finished speaking, she heard the girl’s slightly hoarse, cold voice: "I’ve transferred the money to your bank account, check it yourself."

At that mont, there was a ’ding’ sound from Zayn’s phone.

He took out his phone, looked down, and indeed there was a transfer of over ten thousand, roughly equivalent to the price of the gifts his mom bought.

The over ten thousand transferred to his bank account felt like a slap in the face. His handso face flushed slightly with embarrassnt.

Mrs. Fisher was interrupted mid-sentence by the girl, still in a daze, while Zayn had already walked over from behind her, pressing her shoulder and said in a deep tone: "Mom, stop talking, Ms. Quinlan has already transferred the money to ."

That quickly, the money was already transferred?!

Mrs. Fisher was sowhat stunned, her eyelids twitching, still surprised at how Nathalie knew Zayn’s bank account.

But there was no ti to think about these things now. Her original plan had been disrupted by the other party’s unconventional actions, and for a mont, she didn’t know whether to put down the things and leave or to continue entangling.