She didn’t have the courage to look at the expressions on the faces of the guests in the private room...
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Nathalie Quinlan had no idea that the guests she invited had already arrived and even entered the wrong room.
Feeling stuffy after staying in the private room, she excused herself to go to the restroom for so air.
The restroom at the Waterfront Pavilion was also designed in a garden style, its plain wooden fittings looking fresh and elegant.
Next to the washbasin, there was a brown, wooden-grained stool with a porcelain basin on it, in which a few red goldfish swam back and forth...
Nathalie Quinlan had just turned on the faucet, and the soothing sound of water poured out, when she hadn’t even reached her hands under the stream.
She then heard heavy footsteps coming from behind.
That sound was filled with anger.
Initially, she didn’t care.
But the person who ca in didn’t want to leave her alone.
Upon seeing her, Ghania Quinlan’s pale, beautiful features almost shattered as she rushed over, teeth clenched, blocking her path and questioning through gritted teeth,
"Nathalie, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?"
She was on the verge of madness today!
"You knew today was my birthday and deliberately chose the sa day to co to Waterfront Pavilion for dinner, and purposely invited so many people, just to compare yourself with ..."
All that was tolerable.
What she never expected was that Nathalie Quinlan would so schemingly send soone to the wrong room, causing her to lose face!
Ghania Quinlan didn’t know how she managed to tell the room full of people she had a stomachache or how she dazedly fled to the restroom, feeling nothing but imnse anger and grievance.
She raised her voice hysterically, "Nathalie, do you find this amusing?"
"Heh, who are you trying to get attention from? My parents or Zayn? Stop dreaming! Let tell you, no matter how much you show off today, you cannot replace my status in their hearts, you’re just trash, soone they look down upon and don’t want, just tra..."
She couldn’t even complete the word ’trash.’
A crisp slap in the face resonated within the restroom.
Ghania Quinlan’s head jerked to one side as she clutched her face in pain.
Nathalie Quinlan withdrew her hand, her gaze indifferent and nonchalant, "Are you awake now?"
"..."
Ghania Quinlan’s left cheek was numb with pain, which couldn’t suppress the raging fire of anger in her chest. She raised her hand, aiming to strike back.
But Nathalie Quinlan seized her wrist firmly and flung it aside!
Having chosen a pair of high heels to make an impression, her balance was already precarious on the slick tiles, and the sudden loss of stability nearly sent her tumbling to the ground.
Her eyes widened with unrestrained fury as she covered her face, her teeth clenched, "I will tell Mom and Dad about this!"
"And Zayn, I’ll tell them all about what you’ve done!"
This was the first ti Nathalie Quinlan saw her peel off the mask of hypocrisy to reveal the true aggressive nature underneath. Slowly pulling back her hand and crossing her arms, Nathalie maintained distance without giving her any face, her dark eyes looking down at her and saying carelessly, "Suit yourself."
Did Ghania Quinlan still naively think Nathalie cared about the opinions of the Quinlan family and the so-called Zayn Fisher?
Ghania Quinlan could feel Nathalie’s indifference and gritted her teeth so hard they could have shattered. She loathed the elusive and untouchable feeling emanating from Nathalie now.
The person she had suppressed for eighteen years had left their family only a few months ago but had seemingly transford into soone not on her level.
As if nothing she could do would affect Nathalie at all.
While hatred poisoned Ghania Quinlan’s heart, she still pursed her lips and suddenly asked in a rush, "How co you know Mrs. Ingram?"
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