"The Sixth Elder is waiting for you in Box A1103." Jas Lawrence didn’t dare to look at her.
"Okay."
"I’ll take you there."
Seeing her willingness to et, Jas Lawrence quickly led Nathalie Quinlan ahead as a guide.
...
In a box next to the corridor.
Hansel Kingsley had been waiting inside for a long ti.
This ti he didn’t make tea in there, but sat on a chair waiting for soone to co in.
Jas Lawrence soon led soone to push open the box door and walked in.
As soon as Hansel Kingsley saw that person, he imdiately stood up. Beneath his grizzled hair, a pair of muddy eyes sparkled with fervent light, appearing less sharp than before.
"Nathalie, co in quickly."
This ti, he was genuinely enthusiastic and hurriedly invited Nathalie Quinlan to sit over.
He also instructed Jas Lawrence, "Ask the waiter to bring in two cups of coffee."
Turning, he raised his gaze gently to ask the girl, "What kind of coffee would you like, Blue Mountain or sothing sweeter, like a ladies’ coffee?"
"I don’t drink coffee." Nathalie Quinlan walked straight over but had no intention of sitting down, leaning casually by the chair with one leg bent, a little defiant and lazy. Her bright black eyes looked at the old man with grizzled hair, and without wasting words: "Why did you call here?"
Hansel Kingsley’s smile almost froze on his face, his eyebrows subtly knit together, nearly losing his temper again.
But when he thought of Nathalie Quinlan’s excellent results in the December group test, Hansel Kingsley suppressed his inexplicable anger.
Forcing a warm smile at the corners of his mouth, he sat down leisurely, looked at the girl, and spoke slowly: "Nathalie, you’re a smart child. I won’t beat around the bush. We’ve been negotiating and still hope you can return ho. The Kingsleys Family is your maternal family, and you yourself are a direct-line descent of the Kingsleys Family from outside. As long as you return, you can set any terms."
"You still don’t own any property in Inderia, do you?" Hansel Kingsley seed to rember sothing, stroking his beard and slightly smiling: "At your age, Zevaney Kingsley already owned her own property and career all over the world. Besides, she grew up under the tutelage of the Kingsleys Family teachers and gained many honors through the Kingsleys Family’s reputation."
Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows, bearing her patience, her voice low, "And then?"
Hansel Kingsley wasn’t afraid she wouldn’t be tempted: "She is from a branch bloodline of the Kingsleys Family, while you are the noble direct-line descent. As long as you are willing to return, your future achievents won’t be any less than hers!"
Hansel Kingsley not only promised substantial benefits but decided to provide so tangible advantages.
He took out a black card from the side and pushed it on the table toward Nathalie Quinlan.
"This is for you."
"There’s a hundred million in it, consider it a eting gift from , your grandfather’s generation."
A hundred million is not a small amount.
But of course, to the Kingsleys Family, a hundred million is nothing.
Hansel Kingsley looked at her intently, "What I just said still holds, as long as you return, you can set any condition."
"If I say I want the position of the Family Chief, can you give it to ?" Nathalie Quinlan responded with interest, asking him back, her attitude unruly and arrogant.
It was clear she had no sincere intention to return!
Sure enough, as soon as she said that, Hansel Kingsley’s expression changed slightly.
Jas Lawrence urgently said, "Little Miss, we are sincerely negotiating with you this ti. You cannot forever not return to the Kingsleys Family, forever not recognize your ancestors."
"Who told you it’s impossible?" Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him, her hands stuffed in her pockets, her deanor casual, her tone flippant, not hiding her thoughts in the slightest.
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