Ivy Wilmar didn’t notice the change in her expression and humd lightly, speaking in a calm voice, "Your university entrance banquet is this weekend at the Narayan Hotel’s third-floor banquet hall, right?"
"Yes, Aunt Ivy."
Ivy Wilmar straightened her shawl, her deanor cold as she said, "I see. I’ll give Professor Derliand a call later and let him know."
Ghania Quinlan couldn’t hide the joy in her eyes. She hadn’t finished celebrating when she saw Myles Sullivan walking to the staircase with his phone, frowning as he asked her, "Ghania, do you know what happened at No. 1 Middle School?"
Ghania Quinlan’s smile stiffened on her face, and subconsciously clutching the sheet music in her arms, her face color didn’t look good, and she shook her head nervously, "I... I don’t know."
Ivy Wilmar glanced at her, then turned her head and gazed at Myles Sullivan, asking, "What happened at No. 1 Middle School?"
"I don’t know either." Myles Sullivan, holding his phone with a headache, said, "Nathalie just called and asked to take her to the school. I suppose sothing must have happened there."
As soon as Ivy Wilmar heard Nathalie Quinlan’s na, her face color sank, and she scowled unhappily, "What does she want to do now! Ghania hasn’t been a student at No. 1 Middle School for so ti now, why does she want you to take Ghania there?"
"That’s why I’m asking Ghania if she knows."
Myles Sullivan also rembered that Ghania Quinlan had transferred her student record to McKinney No. 5 Middle School before taking the Tsinghua University Joint Entrance Exam, so technically she was not under the jurisdiction of No. 1 Middle School, but...
He lifted his head, looked at Ghania Quinlan, his eyes slightly warr, and said in a gentle voice, "Ghania, get ready and co with to No. 1 Middle School. Let’s go over and see what it’s all about."
A hint of coldness appeared on Ivy Wilmar’s lips, and she huffed coldly. Despite her unfavorable face color, she eventually lifted her chin and said nothing more.
With Jecksen Wilmar still in other people’s hands, she could bear grudges against Nathalie Quinlan to her bones but could only suppress her temper and let things take their course.
*
At this mont, the black Phaeton was already parked in front of the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School.
Amadeus Yancey opened the car door and got out with her, saying naturally, "I’ll go up with you."
Nathalie Quinlan originally didn’t want him to follow her, but after a slight movent of her brows, she humd lightly without saying anything and walked ahead.
This was not her first visit to the principal’s office. Having been there a few tis before, Nathalie Quinlan knew the way well and quickly arrived outside the office.
She didn’t barge in but stood politely at the door and knocked twice, her eyes lifting with a hint of nace as she said in a low voice, "Reporting. I’m Nathalie Quinlan. May I co in?"
A voice from inside, Mr. Jones’s voice, ca through.
"Co in."
Nathalie Quinlan concealed the sharpness in her eyes, pressed down the brim of her hat with her hand, and entered from outside.
Her steps were not quick, even sowhat nonchalant, with a casual posture, yet the aura around her was strong enough that it was difficult to ignore her presence.
"Is this Nathalie Quinlan?"
Just as she entered, she heard a woman’s sharp voice speaking.
The voice, light and full of disgust, said, "She looks like a little hooligan. No wonder she gets into fights outside of school!"
Tsk. Nathalie Quinlan lazily lifted her eyes and saw that the office had quite a few people inside, aside from Mr. Jones. Several senior year horoom teachers were present as well as a few middle-aged n and won about their age. And then there was Wenny Taylor, standing silently in the corner.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the silent girl in the corner quickly lifted her head, glanced in her direction, then imdiately lowered her head again guiltily, avoiding her line of sight.
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