Ghania Quinlan scored 589 points, while Nathalie Quinlan scored less than 400. With such a comparison, there’s no need to argue over who perford better and who is more impressive.
Both took the test at Tsinghua University; the contrasting results could not be more of a slap in the face.
"She has always had those kinds of grades. It’s no surprise she didn’t get into Tsinghua University. It would be a real shock if she did with her scores," Emilia Sullivan said with disdain, as if she couldn’t even be bothered to ntion it.
The uncle and other relatives from the Quinlan family fell silent. They were all well aware of her relationship with Nathalie Quinlan and chose not to wade into murky waters.
Bystanders kept walking forward.
Suddenly, Emilia Sullivan heard Ivy Wilmar, who was walking ahead with Derliand Gober, exclaim in surprise, "Mr. Norton?"
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Emilia Sullivan stopped with the crowd, instinctively looking forward, and imdiately saw one of the main subjects of their recent conversation.
Nathalie Quinlan!
Her first reaction was to furrow her brows fiercely, cursing under her breath, "She’s like a bad penny!"
"Hold your tongue," Jeff Quinlan said, pulling her arm, disapprovingly cautioning her as he followed her line of sight, feeling a tinge of unease.
More than once, he had heard Ivy Wilmar ntion Mr. Norton’s na. Ghania had always wanted to beco Mr. Norton’s student but had never succeeded, whereas Nathalie had beco Mr. Norton’s prized student.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed another person beside Nathalie Quinlan, aside from the spirited old man.
The man was about 50, with a square face and short hair, dressed in casual attire, not very tall—most likely not over 173cm—and wearing black-rimd glasses, exuding an air of gentle sophistication and strong approachability.
With his years of experience in business, he could tell that this man was no ordinary person.
However, he had never seen this man in McKinney and was unaware of his background.
While he was still pondering the man’s identity, he saw Mr. Wafford, who was center of attention, look delighted as he went up to greet the trio, "Mr. Norton, Mr. Wafford, what brings you here?"
Ivy Wilmar’s pupils dilated dramatically, staring at the president of Tsinghua University in shock.
That man was the president of Tsinghua University?
Living in Beijing, she had never t the president of Tsinghua University.
Then, after greeting the two n, Derliand Gober turned and greeted the girl wearing a duckbill cap with both hands in her pockets, "Nathalie Quinlan, student, long ti no see."
"Yes, long ti no see," Nathalie Quinlan responded with polite distance, barely glancing his way, which was entirely different from her deanor towards the president of Tsinghua University.
Derliand Gober rembered what had happened during the interview day and knew that Nathalie Quinlan had a diocre impression of him. He didn’t insist, instead, he turned, smiling, to introduce them to the large group from the Quinlan family, "Mr. Wilmar, I don’t need to introduce Mr. Norton to you, right? You know each other. This is our president of Tsinghua University, Mr. Wafford."
Ghania watched the girl standing there, her heartbeat racing, her fingers tightly gripping the palm of her hand, her eyelashes trembling, experiencing a sense of doom.
Both the president of Tsinghua University and Mr. Norton were with Nathalie Quinlan...
Then the secret she had been keeping from Ivy Wilmar...
She felt her heart pounding, wishing she could cover Derliand Gober’s mouth, but even if she had ten tis the courage, she wouldn’t dare to do so.
All she could do was to watch as Derliand Gober pointed to Nathalie Quinlan and introduced her to Ivy Wilmar with a smile, "And this girl... is the one I told you about, the person our president personally recruited, the top scorer of this Joint Entrance Exam at Tsinghua University."
The top scorer of the Joint Entrance Exam at Tsinghua University!
Ivy Wilmar’s mouth fell open, her eyes fixated on the girl standing there. Like seeing a ghost!
She rembered that morning when she was picking him up at the airport, Derliand Gober had ntioned to her the fierce competition among several dozen high schools for a certain student. At the ti, she did not take it to heart, assuming that McKinney, a small place, had simply lucked out in producing a student with potential over the years.
User Comments
0 comments from readers