Chapter 888: Just Cleaning Up the Trash, What Problem Could I Have

Although she still wore an expression of haughty laziness, it made Ivy Wilmar's heart clench, wishing she could cover the mouth of the idiot next to her.

But Emilia Sullivan had already called out, and others had heard.

She had no choice but to toughen up, clutching her handbag tightly, and pulling her lips into a forced, dry smile, "What a coincidence, Nathalie, running into you here. I heard you did well on the college entrance exam, congratulations."

The word "congratulations" was incredibly difficult for her to say.

Nathalie Quinlan's exam results couldn't simply be described as "not bad." If it were a sincere wish, one would definitely emphasize the extraordinary achievement of being the national top scorer.

Instead, she casually glossed over it with a nonchalant mention of "not bad."

It was clear how torturous it was for her to congratulate Nathalie Quinlan on doing well on her exams.

Ivy Wilmar gave her congratulations through gritted teeth.