Chapter 862: Nathalie's Whirlwind Face Slap

She had always known Ghania Quinlan was not the type to give up easily, just like a gecko on the wall. You might think it's gone after a slap with a shoe, but come back later and only its tail would be left behind, yet it would still survive.

Ghania Quinlan was exactly that type of person.

She wouldn't necessarily cry even if she saw a coffin!

For example, now, when the evidence was clearly laid out before her, thrown right in Ghania Quinlan's face, she could still post a new status.

Full of tea artistry.

[Ghania Quinlan: "The thunderstorm on me is just mud."]

Below was a pure landscape photo, one that screamed of peaceful times and full of positive energy, nearly moving one to describe Ghania Quinlan's Twitter update with a grandeur that was exceptional.

Her pale hands tapped on her phone, her eyes squinting, still sleepy, giving her gaze a frosty irritation as she bluntly retweeted Ghania Quinlan's latest moment.

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