The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1634: Nathalie: Oh, Then Post It on Twitter Now

Felice Owen wasn’t afraid that Nathalie Quinlan would ’deny’ it; she was a star, and Nathalie was just an ordinary person.

Even if Nathalie went online later to clarify that she never encountered her, so what?

The spit of each fan on her Twitter could drown Nathalie!

Who would even care about the truth!

"I’m not just relying on your cooperation; there are other options. You should consider which plan is better for you and weigh your options!" Felice Owen’s eyes held a mocking look, and she glanced at the girl in front of her with slight arrogance.

Her attitude practically screamed ’bullying.’

...

At this time, the staff on-site were wrapping up, and the guests were getting ready to either rush to their next event or return to the hotel to rest.

Maxwell Dunn originally was just passing by.

Seeing Nathalie Quinlan, he initially wanted to go over and say hello to her.

Who knew he would overhear Felice Owen using a high-handed tone to threaten the girl? As a veteran in the entertainment circle, Maxwell instinctively frowned, not approving of Felice Owen’s approach.

This was ruining someone’s reputation!

Nathalie wasn’t even someone from their circle. Felice Owen’s approach was crossing the line!

Thinking of how Joseph Meer had previously asked him to look out for Nathalie, Maxwell was just about to go over and help Nathalie out.

But then he heard the girl say in a bland tone, "Oh? Then go ahead and post on Twitter right now, say I tripped you."

Felice Owen was stunned for a moment.

Wondering if she heard it wrong.

"What?"

Nathalie casually turned on her phone, looking quite indifferent, "I told you to post on Twitter now saying I tripped you. I also want to see how terrible it gets if I don’t cooperate with you!"

Felice Owen: "..."

The girl had already grabbed her duckbill cap. Nathalie placed it on her head, lifted the brim to reveal her delicately rebellious face, her gaze cold and imposing, "Are you posting or not? If not, I’m leaving."

This was her attitude.

Felice Owen had never expected to be at a loss for words, blocked by someone she thought she could easily overpower. She wanted to lose her temper, but the other’s aura made it feel like she could be crushed with a mere gesture.

Instead, she was left bewildered, unable to be as domineering as before.

However, she couldn’t just let Nathalie go.

She wasn’t stupid and knew that what happened on the live stream had hurt her public image. If Nathalie didn’t help her clear it up, this would definitely become an obstacle in her career path.

"Nathalie Quinlan, I’m communicating with you properly. You don’t have to be so confrontational. I know you’re an academic star at Tsinghua University, but have you heard the saying? There’s always someone better out there. Just because you’re good at studies outside doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want unless you want to be dealt with unknowingly!"

This was a threat.

Nathalie lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes giving her a glance, finally showing some reaction. Her aura was unknowably stronger than Felice Owen’s, and just one look sent a chill down Felice’s spine, immediately lowering her momentum.

Fortunately, the girl merely gave her a cold, harsh glance without any further action.

But the surrounding temperature clearly dropped.

Nathalie’s voice was slightly hoarse, "Before advising others, you better check yourself first to see if you’re qualified."

Before she left, she swept Felice Owen with the corner of her eye and coolly said, "Don’t bother me!"

It had been quite a while since Nathalie had left.

Felice Owen and her assistant still hadn’t regained their composure.

"What, what kind of attitude was that? She’s not even afraid..."