Chapter 74: She's Like a Mystery_1

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The crowd turned around, only to see a girl around 18 years old gasping for breath as she approached them. She was dressed in a hooded T-shirt and smoke-grey jeans, with a pair of little leather boots on her feet, revealing two straight and proportionate legs in between. She must have run here in a hurry, her forehead still dotted with fine sweat that hadn't been wiped away, panting, hands propped on her knees, her eyes burning with a tuft of wildfire.

"I'll do it."

Aunt Cagwin stared at her blankly, her mouth hanging open, her tear-streaked sallow face a picture of utter astonishment, "Nathalie?"

Alfred Garland, following behind, was also stunned. He scratched his head, not understanding what was going on, and turned to the man beside him, "Amadeus, what is Ms. Quinlan doing?"

Mischief?

It didn't seem like it!

Nathalie wasn't the kind of girl who liked to cause trouble.

Though she was young, her demeanor was even more composed than her brother, Mr. Zachmann.