"Alright," Nathalie agreed briskly.
Seeing that she didn’t consider herself an outsider, Shawn Norton smiled. His mood much improved, he looked up at Mr. Wafford, who hadn’t yet arrived, and said to her, "If you have sothing to do, you can go ahead. I’ll speak to Mr. Wafford for you. Since he ultimately achieved his goal by coming to McKinney, even if you leave early, he won’t take issue with that."
Leaving in the middle of a al was sowhat impolite, but Nathalie was in a rush. Hearing what he said, she no longer felt awkward and looked up, saying, "Then I’ll be leaving first."
Shawn waved at her: "Go on, hurry up and get busy."
"Okay."
Nathalie nodded, took her phone, and left first.
As she was leaving, she happened to run into a large group from the Quinlan family who had just finished their al and were exiting together. Derliand wasn’t there, probably having gone back to rest in his hotel room after the al.
The incident that had occurred not long before was too embarrassing; Ivy and the others saw the girl coming out and their facial expressions were still sowhat unnatural.
Ghania too, with a complex look in her eyes, watched the person walking out while pinching the palm of her hand.
Nathalie didn’t acknowledge anyone, walking past them with a straight gaze and heading to the roadside. She casually hailed a taxi, bent down, and got into the car.
Bang.
The taxi door closed, and the car, emitting exhaust fus, sped away in front of the Quinlan family.
...
Ivy’s face suddenly turned even more awkward. Her chest heaved violently, and it took her a while to gather herself. With a stern face, she turned to Emilia Sullivan and said, "What does she an by this? Ignoring us entirely? We are her elders after all, and she didn’t even greet us."
"..." Emilia was at a loss for words when asked, feeling both awkward and embarrassed. Her face froze, unable to squeeze out an expression, and she didn’t understand why Ivy was asking her.
How would she know what that ungrateful wretch ant? She had already fallen out with Nathalie!
Wasn’t Ivy herself also at odds with Nathalie?
Ivy, in a fit of extre anger, subconsciously sought to trouble Emilia. Once she regained her composure, she also rembered the Quinlan family had long since fallen out with Nathalie.
The issues with Jecksen, added to Ghania’s matter, ant that her relationship with Nathalie was dood to be irreparable.
This realization, a few hours ago, seed insignificant to her. If it couldn’t be repaired, then so be it – Nathalie was just soone from the small place of McKinney. Even with the Zachmann family behind her, she couldn’t stir up much trouble.
She could never have imagined that the student ntioned by Derliand, the one who had caused a stir among dozens of First-tier Universities across the country, would be Nathalie.
But the fact was right in front of her eyes.
The girl she once looked down on, even believing she couldn’t get into university, was the top scorer in the Tsinghua Joint Entrance Exam, with an extraordinary score of 650 points!
It smacked her in the face.
Now, every ti Ivy thought about this, her chest ached terribly, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable, yet there was nothing she could do.
Ghania watched her face change with varying expressions, and her heart lifted with tension. Biting her lip, she said in a low voice at the side, "She, isn’t she enrolled in Chinese dicine?"
This voice wasn’t loud.
But it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
The expressions on the faces of the Quinlan family relatives beca rich and animated.
Emilia, as though grasping a lifesaver, lit up and said, "Yes, what’s the point of her good score? Ghania is majoring in music and minoring in finance, with Professor Derliand guiding her. And Nathalie? A perfectly fine girl going to study Chinese dicine. Everyone knows that Qing University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt is one of the worst. Nobody applies for it. If it weren’t for Mr. Avalon’s na, I’m afraid the school would have closed the departnt long ago. Studying Chinese dicine, what kind of future could she have!"
Ivy’s embarrassnt on her face gradually subsided, and she straightened her clothes, a sneer creeping in, "This is the consequence of being arrogantly accustod. Let’s go."
"Yeah."
Fearing that she would rember Nathalie’s exam scores again, Ghania followed closely beside her, behaving exceptionally obediently.
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