Inside Rhine.
Nathalie Quinlan finished the phone call with Evron Barness and slowly put the phone back.
She lowered her eyes, recalling what Evron Barness had told her, and felt inexplicably irritated.
Just then, her computer’s Line notification sounded.
Nathalie picked up her water again, took a sip, and clicked open the avatar that popped up on Line.
It was Jaycent Kingsley.
She squinted her eyes slightly, suppressing the mix of emotions from earlier, and looked down.
Jaycent Kingsley’s avatar was a stretch of blue sky, with white clouds looking down, very lofty—a feeling much like the impression he gives.
Nathalie rested her hand, glancing at the ssage he had sent.
[Southwind Passing: Zevaney Kingsley has arrived in Beijing.]
A short line of text, seems casually ntioned.
Nathalie raised her eyebrows, earnestly recalled who ’Zevaney Kingsley’ was.
After all, this na left no significant impression in her mind.
She thought for a long ti before finally rembering Shawn Norton had ntioned this na to her in Inderia before.
Nathalie displayed a sudden realization expression, eyebrows slightly agitated, lazily stretched her hand to type a line of response.
[SN: The genius from your family?]
Jaycent on the other end took a full five minutes to respond.
[Southwind Passing: ?]
[Southwind Passing: You could be more precise with your words. To be accurate, she is a little sister from my distant relatives’ family. As for genius, um... how should I say, my mom says I haven’t seen the world; if I had, I wouldn’t think she’s a genius. I think my mom is right.]
Nathalie was coding sothing, halfway through, heard her Line again, took advantage of the mont to take a look.
She initially had relaxed eyebrows, her shoulders, and body in a relaxed state, but upon seeing Jaycent’s Line ssage reply, especially the shaless last sentence ’I think my mom is right’, Nathalie almost choked on the water, fortunately, she finally swallowed it.
She switched to another pose, crossed her legs with the laptop on her lap, her exquisite face expressionless, slender fingers typed a line on the keyboard.
Three seconds later.
[SN: I once saw a survey online saying that n who constantly ntion their mothers are mama’s boys.]
The more Nathalie looked, the more she thought Jaycent had mama’s boy potential.
Jaycent had always lived in Inderia, only coming out after adulthood, he wasn’t very familiar with so online buzzwords.
[Southwind Passing: Mama’s boy?]
Nathalie glanced at the Line shows up again, lazily replied to him.
[SN: Google it yourself.]
Jaycent imdiately disappeared for ten minutes, so long that Nathalie forgot he was still ssaging her on Line, and fully concentrated on writing code.
She coded very fast, with artistic flair, anyone who understands computers would find watching Nathalie code absolutely delightful.
Just as she pressed the final enter key.
The person who vanished for ten minutes popped up on Line again.
Nathalie looked at the avatar bouncing on the bottom right corner of her computer, narrowed her eyes, operated the mouse, slowly clicked it open.
She expected Jaycent to ’discuss’ the mama’s boy topic with her, who knew it wasn’t what he sent.
[Southwind Passing: Zevaney Kingsley is probably here for you. Be careful during this ti, don’t get into conflict with her. She’s very scheming, suspicious, with a mind smaller than a needle shaft, don’t get entangled with her. As long as she doesn’t find anything suspicious from you, she’ll leave by herself. By the way, SN, I’ve always wanted to ask you sothing.]
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