"Is the Clan Chief being too lenient with Zevaney Kingsley?" The person spoke directly, without any hint of subtlety: "She, Willy Kingsley, and their group are forming a small faction within the Kingsleys Family. If I rember correctly, there is still a direct-line descent of the Kingsleys Family living outside."
The elder spoke with authority, looking at Lynn Kingsley: "There are still direct-line descendants in the Kingsleys Family, there’s no reason to let a branch replace the status of the direct-line."
Direct-line is direct-line, and branch is branch!
Even if the direct-line is lesser, it is still direct-line; even if a branch is outstanding, it remains a branch.
There is a distinction between superiority and inferiority!
"Of course, this is just my personal opinion, Clan Chief, think it over, I won’t disturb you further."
He said that, then left with his cane.
Jas Lawrence waited until everyone had left before he brewed a strong cup of tea for Lynn Kingsley, carefully observing the man’s facial expression.
He said softly, "Clan Chief, have a cup of tea first."
"Hmm." Lynn Kingsley picked up the tea, from the surface, nothing seed unusual about him.
He took a sip of tea, then put the cup down, his deep eyes looking at Jas Lawrence, asking: "Have you found out the identity of the healer Jaycent Kingsley found?"
"I haven’t had the chance to investigate yet, as soon as I find out, I’ll report to you imdiately." Jas Lawrence placed the tea on the table and stood respectfully to the side.
Lynn Kingsley responded with a sound, picked up the cup again and took a sip, and seemingly casually asked him: "Right. Have you contacted the person I asked you to reach out to earlier?"
Jas Lawrence quickly reacted, imdiately realizing he was referring to Nathalie Quinlan.
He frowned instantly, his expression turning awkward: "I, I sent a text ssage to the young Miss, but..."
Lynn Kingsley looked at him suspiciously: "But what?"
Jas Lawrence continued with difficulty: "But the young Miss did not reply to ."
Lynn Kingsley was taken aback, not reacting imdiately.
Jas Lawrence’s face flushed with embarrassnt, feeling both awkward and uncomfortable, wishing he could crawl into a hole, he whispered: "I explained my intentions to the young Miss and invited her to et. But she never replied."
He hesitated a bit, offering his speculation: "Clan Chief, do you think the young Miss might not have received the text ssage I sent her?"
He was sure his text was sent successfully.
Moreover, it showed on his end that the ssage had been read, showing Nathalie Quinlan received the text and looked at it.
Yet Jas Lawrence waited anxiously without any reply.
Nothing at all in two days!
Let alone accepting his invitation to et!
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t even inquire about the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family, her indifferent attitude seed as if she had already known about her origins!
Jas Lawrence so far had a stomach full of doubts.
He didn’t think Nathalie Quinlan would know her origins.
If Nathalie Quinlan knew she was the direct-line descent lost outside of the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family, what reason did she have not to acknowledge her ancestry?
She could still act as if nothing happened and return to Beijing and the Zachmann Family... That itself doesn’t make sense!
So Jas Lawrence felt Nathalie Quinlan certainly didn’t know her origins.
He only suspected another possibility — Nathalie Quinlan might not have seen his text.
He was showing the text was delivered and read because his phone was broken.
*
Jas Lawrence was unaware that the girl he was pondering about whether she read the text was already in Inderia.
And she was the healer Jaycent Kingsley had found!
Nathalie Quinlan was in Jaycent Kingsley’s car, resting her chin on one hand, playing with her phone with the other.
If Jaycent Kingsley looked carefully, he would discover that the chat software she was logged into was entirely different from those on the market.
It was a red software with the "S" symbol.
Nathalie Quinlan logged in and directly found Emma Gabehart, editing a ssage to send over.
[sun: Help investigate the people behind the Wolf Gang.]
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