Nathalie Quinlan quickly packed up her things with swift and practiced moves, grabbed her phone from the desk, and hastily said, "Okay, thank you for that."
"But, teacher..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw her new deskmate had already briskly walked away without looking back.
Jhovany Sullivan was beside herself with anxiety.
There was the school opening ceremony coming up next. What if the teacher realized Nathalie Quinlan was missing?
…
An underground auction site around McKinney.
At the moment, all kinds of high-end cars were parked outside the unremarkable bar.
Nathalie Quinlan paid the taxi driver, bought a duckbill cap on a street corner, pulled it down over her head, covering most of her face and only revealing a delicate jawline as she followed the bustling crowd inside.
"My dear ancestor, you finally came!" Silvania Ingram recognized Nathalie Quinlan as she came in with the crowd, grabbed her arm, and said, "Hurry up, the auction has already started."