The music departnt teacher was beaming with joy, "If it isn’t Mr. Norton! I was stunned when he arrived today; I thought I had seen wrongly. I won’t keep talking, just get that student’s information, Mr. Norton and his people are waiting for it."
"What’s the na of the student Mr. Norton wants?"
Ghania Quinlan and Zayn Fisher were standing not far off, close enough to overhear their conversation.
Upon hearing Mr. Norton’s na, Ghania felt a surge inside her. She couldn’t believe soone had outdone her, connecting with this influence before she could, and she was both curious and envious, wanting to know who that person was.
Then she heard the music departnt teacher ntion a na, "Seems to be... Nathalie Quinlan?"
Winston Sullivan blurted out, without thinking, "Another Quinlan?"
Nathalie Quinlan?!
Ghania Quinlan and Zayn Fisher were stunned on the spot, never expecting to hear that na.
Ghania felt as if she had been slapped in the face, her blood rushing to her head!
Their faces were incredibly awkward.
Zayn’s face turned from green to white, and he was a long ti recovering his composure.
He had just humbled himself to Derliand Gober for Ghania’s sake, losing face to get him to prioritize her file, only to turn around and see soone from the Music Departnt asking for Nathalie’s information—and the person asking outranked Derliand by far. Shawn Norton was soone Zayn couldn’t even reach!
How did Nathalie manage to have Mr. Norton himself co to prioritize her file?
"...Why would it be Nathalie Quinlan?" Ghania said with a pale face, mumbling in disbelief.
*
Nathalie Quinlan was nearly at Pinecone Group’s Beijing branch when she received a text ssage from Shawn Norton, a simple line of text.
[Norton: You’re so set on studying Chinese dicine, I won’t dissuade you anymore. I’ve taken your information to Mr. Avalon to see if he’s willing to co out of retirent to teach you.]
Nathalie raised the corners of her eyes and paused in her steps, pondering how to reply to him.
In fact, she wasn’t concerned about who taught her. When it ca to learning, she believed more in her own abilities.
The identity of the teacher mattered, but she didn’t think it was everything.
As she was contemplating, her phone received another new ssage.
[Norton: By the way, I saw the new song you posted. The lody is well written, and you’ve improved a lot. Are you sure you don’t want to help you promote it with a share?]
Nathalie thought of his Verified account. If he shared her new song, she wouldn’t even have to think about the sensational effect it would have; she probably wouldn’t have a mont’s peace for a long ti.
She still had a lot of things to investigate, like the mystery of her biological mother, and many entanglents in the Illegal Zone... Attracting too much attention would be a hassle.
She just replied with a single word.
[QN: Don’t.]
Then she heard a surprised voice calling her na, "Nathalie Quinlan?"
She lazily looked up and saw Adelle Wafford leading a group of people out of Pinecone Group and standing two or three ters away from her, looking at her with an expression of surprise and distaste.
A curious student by her side asked, "Professor Wafford, do you know her?"
Nathalie heard Adelle Wafford scoff at her with a mocking tone, "Know her? How could I not? The top student from McKinney, who is going to take the independent admissions exam at Tsinghua University tomorrow."
Anyone could hear the thick sarcasm in her words, and the group following behind her didn’t dare to add anything to the conversation.
All of them were baffled, trying to figure out how such a young girl had managed to offend Professor Wafford!
Adelle Wafford walked over and stood in front of Nathalie, her eyebrows raised in disdain as she gazed at the girl and challenged, "So you really ca to Beijing?"
Nathalie arched her brows slightly, pushed the brim of her hat down, nonchalantly put her hands in her pockets, and looked back with a wild and rebellious gleam, "Here for the independent admissions exam."
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