Nathalie Quinlan stuck one hand in her pocket, tilted her head to look at him, was silent for half a second, and softly said, "Hmm."
Stanley Zachmann exhaled a breath of turbid air, seemingly unsure how to start talking to her: "Your mother has always been a mystery. I’ve wanted to talk to you about her a long ti ago, but never knew how to bring up the topic. I didn’t expect you to be investigating it yourself."
After Lynette Kingsley passed away, he was depressed for a long ti, almost following along with her.
If his wife hadn’t left him with a daughter, Stanley Zachmann might not have held on until now.
Stanley Zachmann reached out to help the girl adjust her duckbill cap, his eyes openly filled with pity, withdrew his hand, and gently said to the girl, "Your mother was a legend."
"She... there are many things I don’t know either, but I’ve kept so of her photos and letters. If you want to see them, I’ll bring them to you after I go back."
Nathalie Quinlan squinted slightly at him, not responding for the mont.
Seriously, what era was that? They wrote letters while dating? So pure... It’s like seeing two elentary school students in love.
She looked again at the man, whose clear-cut and slender appearance could still be seen even at his age, exuding the charm of a TV drama’s academic heartthrob. She pursed her lips: "Mm."
Stanley Zachmann didn’t know what Nathalie Quinlan was thinking, but seeing her nod, his brow relaxed imdiately and he jogged to catch up with her pace...
*
Kingsleys Family.
After the banquet ended, all guests dispersed, and Lynn Kingsley and Yuni Davidson, along with others, went ho.
Zevaney Kingsley stayed until the end.
With her were a portion of the Kingsleys Family mbers, a small faction that usually placed bets on her.
Soon, a Kingsleys Family informant returned.
Zevaney Kingsley straightened the hem of her goose-yellow skirt, eyes glimring, lashes lowered, every move revealing good manners: "How did it go? Did you find anything?"
As soon as she spoke, the line of sight from the small faction betting on her in the Kingsleys Family fell on the returning informant.
That informant was a man with an extrely ordinary appearance, soone who wouldn’t attract a second glance in a crowd.
Such a person is most suited for gathering intelligence.
The man was evidently very respectful to Zevaney Kingsley, quickly lowering his head, and respectfully answered, "Young lady, I rechecked the background of the Zenla group; Nathalie does not have anything out of the ordinary, just a regular student from Tsinghua University."
As soon as his words fell, Zevaney Kingsley laughed, apricot eyes intently staring at his face: "A regular student from Tsinghua University can solve the black powder equation? Since when has Tsinghua University beco so mocking?"
Ever since being chosen by the Kingsleys Family, she has focused exclusively on research in this area for twenty years, praised by all for her astonishing talent.
Yet at the banquet today, she received a resounding slap in the face.
Zevaney Kingsley still finds it hard to accept her loss.
Her eyes squinted slightly, her tone very certain: "Nathalie Quinlan is definitely not as simple as she seems! The cleaner she appears, like a blank sheet of paper, the more I feel she’s complicated."
If even Inderia can’t find anything about the person, doesn’t that indirectly prove how capable she is?
Willy Kingsley, a mber of one of the Kingsleys Family branches, seeing Zevaney so serious, interjected dismissively: "Zevaney, aren’t you overthinking it? She’s just a girl from Zenla, happened to get a lucky break in solving a problem. I think we don’t need to pay her too much attention."
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