The Unveiling of Secret Queen Chapter 697: Holding Ghania Quinlan’s Voice Recorder1

Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eye corners but didn’t move, nor did she show any intention of picking up the recording pen: "The thing you want to give is the recording of the phone call you had with Ghania Quinlan that night?"

Wenny Taylor didn’t understand and looked up, eting her line of sight, and pursed her lips, saying, "What’s wrong with that? With this recording, you can prove she was stirring up trouble behind others’ backs, and you can even confront her uncle to reveal her true face."

Nathalie Quinlan half-closed her eyes and looked at her with a sharpness as if she could see right through her internal thoughts beyond her glasses.

Wenny Taylor felt a sharp pain from her gaze and subconsciously avoided her line of sight, biting her lip and saying, "I have already received the punishnt I deserve for the wrongdoings I’ve done... she also took part in this, she shouldn’t just be let off. If I had managed to report you successfully that day, you might not have been able to attend university, don’t you just let it go that easily?"

Under her gaze, Nathalie Quinlan stood up, took the recording pen, handed it back to her without even listening to the content, lowered her eyelids, and answered her carelessly, "It’s not about letting it go. It’s about never taking it seriously to begin with, there’s no question of letting it go or not."

"But..."

Wenny Taylor was obviously very agitated, her face flushing crimson.

"She was also involved, and tomorrow she’s even going to hold a college admission banquet at the hotel, as if nothing happened, are you really content with that?"

She seed ek and submissive, the type of introverted girl who wouldn’t even dare to speak loudly.

Yet Nathalie Quinlan rembered very well her relentless behavior in the principal’s office previously, a ntal fortitude few in the A-class could match.

At the very least, the blusterous Jhovany Sullivan and Clerent Miller couldn’t keep their cool as Wenny Taylor did.

Nathalie Quinlan withdrew her line of sight and suddenly found it rather uninteresting, not directly responding to her, simply saying, "Not everyone likes to be used as a pawn by others. What you dislike, others surely won’t like either."

Wenny Taylor’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Just as she had stood up fervently, now she beca limp, collapsing back into her seat, her eyes wavering, "I was just standing up for you, I..."

"Since you’ve chosen to transfer schools, take care of yourself from now on!"

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t want to talk too much with her, and after saying that, she took her phone, pulled back her chair, and walked away.

...

Wenny Taylor watched the girl’s retreating figure, held the recording pen and remained silent for a long while.

She thought that by getting the recording of that night, Nathalie Quinlan would take action, but she never expected Nathalie Quinlan never really considered Ghania Quinlan a threat.

"Heh..."

She let out a laugh, cold and bitter, her expression filled with mockery.

Indeed, why should Nathalie Quinlan take notice of Ghania Quinlan!

The woman was the first place in Tsinghua University’s Joint Entrance Exam, scoring 650 points, a perfect score, breaking Tsinghua’s centennial record, with dozens of universities visiting No. 1 Middle School today to scout talent.

Ghania Quinlan, on the other hand, rely scored 588 points and barely made it into Tsinghua University.

The two were as different as the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground, but not as Ghania Quinlan thought.

Ghania Quinlan believed she was the cloud in the sky.

In reality, when compared to Nathalie Quinlan, she was the mud on the ground!

Wenny Taylor’s lips were already bitten through by force, the taste of blood spreading within her mouth, clutching the recording pen in her hand with resentnt.

Her eyes were red, filled with defiance.

Nathalie Quinlan might let it go, but she was not willing to just let Ghania Quinlan off!

If it wasn’t for Ghania Quinlan, she would not have had to transfer schools three months before the college entrance exam, not to ntion moving to a worse school than No. 1 Middle School.

And all those friends in A-class, she lost them all!

All in all, if Ghania Quinlan hadn’t incited her, how would she have had a disciplinary record weighing on her for the rest of her life?