The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1260: The Gift is Champagne Roses

As Nathalie Quinlan walked over, the car door opened from the side. The woman in the driver’s seat didn’t get out but reached up to remove the sunglasses from her face, revealing a plain yet smoothly contoured oval face beneath.

"Nathalie."

The woman in the car curled her red lips, turned around and pulled out a large bouquet of fiery roses, the red of the roses as eye-catching as the color of her car.

The woman didn’t mind at all, grinned, and handed the flower over: "Long time no see~ Hey, here’s a gift."

Nathalie Quinlan watched a bouquet of roses being handed to her, reluctantly stretched out her hand to take it, then glanced at the card on the roses.

The card read: Congratulations on entering the finals.

The handwriting was neat, each stroke carefully outlined, the pen leaving marks on the horizontal, vertical, slash, and hook strokes, clearly showing the serious demeanor of the person who wrote the card.

The card had no signature.

Just a dry congratulations with no name left.

She took one look and already knew in her heart who sent her the roses and who wrote the card.

Nathalie Quinlan pulled open the car door and got in, placing the roses in the back seat, raised an eyebrow, squinted slightly, and glanced at the woman in the driver’s seat with glossy red lips: "Khendy Lordon sent you, didn’t he?"

Her arm leaned diagonally against the car window, her tone casual, as if just asking in passing.

But Valencia Jett noticed the girl didn’t seem surprised and had already confirmed the bouquet wasn’t from her. She dryly touched her sharp nose, smiled a little, somewhat amazed: "How do you know it wasn’t me who sent it? What if I did send it? There’s no law saying only men can send roses." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Nathalie Quinlan held the card between her fingers and tossed it in front of her. The card floated down slowly, with the message on the card especially noticeable.

Her gaze was quite dry, she reached up to press down her hat brim, fastened her seatbelt, and said: "The handwriting is ugly."

"???

After securing her seatbelt, Nathalie Quinlan leaned back, turned her head to look at her. The eyes under her brim were quite striking, nearly making Valencia Jett lose focus.

"Your handwriting’s a bit better than his."

Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t quite understand how Khendy Lordon, a grown man, could write so poorly, as bad as if a chicken clawed it out — as ugly as elementary school student handwriting.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but add: "Tell Khendy when you go back to get some handwriting practice books and work on it. Writing ugly is not his fault, but flaunting it is too dreadful to see. Next time, just send the flowers without writing anything — it makes people not want to receive them."

"Pfft hahaha!" Valencia Jett couldn’t hold back, bursting out laughing, laughed until she bent over, almost shedding tears, before placing her hand by her mouth and coughing, barely managing not to laugh: "I told him not to write a card, but he insisted. I told you, what he wrote isn’t worth anything, better to have the florist write one than him."

The boss came up with so many gestures, yet a card exposed him.

Valencia Jett really felt the urge to laugh, mainly thinking about someone sitting properly behind the office desk for ages to write out this thing, she just was speechless.

For heaven’s sake, if you’re going to write it, write something more flattering, even a confession would be good.

The trouble is, you wrote for half a day and produced nothing but emptiness!

Congratulations to Nathalie on entering the finals???

She’s in the Heavenly Ranking as No.1, the sun of the Red Alliance, and the world software competition is a quite prestigious competition.

But the issue is, they met Nathalie Quinlan.

Nathalie Quinlan entering the finals is normal right? Nathalie Quinlan not making it to the finals would be the strange part!