Within the Kingsleys Family Estate.
The overall Gothic architectural style is solemn and magnificent, with luxurious carpets laid over the marble corridors. The soft Persian carpet extends from the corridor straight to the outside of the bedroom.
Jas Lawrence entered through the iris verification system all the way inside.
After successfully completing the fingerprint verification, the double doors of the bedroom automatically opened, clearly high-tech.
Jas Lawrence walked inside with the cowhide bag until now finally holding his breath, body tense and tightly strung.
He entered the luxurious large bedroom quietly and imdiately saw the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, swaying the goblet in his hand.
"You’re here?" The middle-aged man didn’t even raise an eyelid, yet he turned and placed the red wine glass on the adjacent tea table, then turned to walk towards the sofa.
Jas Lawrence followed him closely, his expression growing increasingly respectful, not daring to show a hint of neglect, promptly offering the Yellow Cowhide Bag he brought with both hands: "Clan Chief, I’ve brought the things you asked to check out."
Lynn Kingsley had already reached his shoulder and was about to brush past.
Hearing this, he paused slightly, eyes narrowing sharply, and his piercing gaze fell on Jas Lawrence, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.
A cold sweat broke out on Jas Lawrence’s back, and he bowed his head slightly, not daring to et the man’s gaze at all, his whole body tense with such intensity that his muscles ached: "Clan Chief?"
Lynn Kingsley reached out to take the cowhide bag from him, then resud his stride towards the direction of the sofa. As he opened the cowhide bag, he directly asked Jas Lawrence: "How did the results I asked you to investigate turn out?"
Jas Lawrence felt the intense line of sight previously focused on him shift away, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief, his fearfully lowered head finally daring to lift slightly, hastily responding: "As per your instructions, I went to Beijing to investigate. Ms. Quinlan is indeed Ms. Lynette Kingsley’s daughter, your biological niece."
"She had previously been living with a family surnad Qiao in McKinney and hadn’t left until she turned eighteen. Not until later did the Quinlan Family tell her she wasn’t their biological child, leading her to find the Zachmann Family. They acknowledged her back but didn’t publicly announce it until after the college entrance exam ended six months ago, when the Zachmann Family held a graduation banquet in Beijing’s Circle to officially recognize her identity..."
As Jas Lawrence said this, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upward: "The young lady has excellent academic performance, and several master-level figures from Zenla admire her talent and want to ntor her personally. However, it seems that Ms. Quinlan has yet to agree to anything except for Chinese dicine and Konghou."
Lynn Kingsley was already seated in the center of the sofa, extracting the docunt from the cowhide bag and looking at it with apparent focus.
Jas Lawrence couldn’t fathom his thoughts and, after hesitating for a mont, braced himself to continue: "Clan Chief. Mr. Kingsley has consistently been unwilling to engage with Black Gunpowder Technology, leaving us with just Ms. Zevaney at The First Research Institute, too weak a power. The young lady previously solved the equation you presented at the banquet, which shows her talent in this regard... My point is, should we consider bringing the young lady back?"
He had been by Lynn Kingsley’s side for twenty years now.
Although an outsider by na, Jas Lawrence had earned Lynn Kingsley’s trust over the years and had gathered so knowledge on the Kingsleys Family’s secrets.
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