By midday, all the Great Families and power factions had basically received the news from The First Research Institute.
A newcor, recomnded by Nicholas Fuller, had astonishingly entered the 8th level laboratory in less than three months and was affiliated under Orson Saban.
This rookie was quite coincidental.
It’s a na they’ve heard many tis recently—Nathalie Quinlan.
The people here today for Zevaney Kingsley’s Birthday Banquet more or less have so connection to the Kingsleys Family, and they’ve also caught wind of so internal gossip from within the Kingsleys Family.
For instance, this Nathalie Quinlan seems to have intricate connections with the Kingsleys Family.
As for what kind of connection.
The Kingsleys Family has tightly guarded the news.
But many understood that Hansel Kingsley’s sudden support for Zevaney Kingsley had a lot to do with this monstrous newcor Nathalie Quinlan.
One is Zevaney Kingsley, a genius the Kingsleys Family has praised for over ten years.
The other is the newcor from Inderia.
Zevaney Kingsley is currently just a part of the level 5 laboratory.
While the previously disregarded rookie has suddenly leapt into the level 8 laboratory.
Almost everyone attending the banquet is watching Hansel Kingsley and Zevaney Kingsley’s show, rely smiling silently without letting this intend show on their faces.
But those seemingly casual glances were enough to make Hansel Kingsley and Zevaney Kingsley lose all face!
Zevaney Kingsley’s Birthday Banquet almost ended in total chaos.
Hansel Kingsley stayed for less than an hour before abruptly leaving.
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The Kingsleys Family.
Jaycent Kingsley had just co out of the old house when he ran headlong into the returning Jas Lawrence.
"Uncle Heburn." He greeted Jas Lawrence.
Jas Lawrence paused in his steps, bent respectfully to greet him, and then hurried inside.
Jaycent Kingsley raised an eyebrow and glanced at his departing figure, paused for about two seconds, then turned, twirling the car keys in his hand, and headed toward the blue sports car parked on the road.
He was driving a sapphire blue Lamborghini, the lines of the car smooth and extrely technological.
Jaycent Kingsley opened the car door and got in, just started the car.
As he fastened his seatbelt, the corner of his eye caught sight of the phone lying nearby.
He paused, reached over to pick up the phone, and found Nathalie Quinlan’s WhatsApp.
Their WhatsApp chat history remained at half a month ago when he invited Nathalie Quinlan out for a al.
Who knew in just half a month.
The ’online friend’ he’d known for several years suddenly turned into his long-lost little cousin, and a very real one at that!
Jaycent Kingsley couldn’t help but chuckle, covering his eyes with his hand, then cald down slightly after a while.
Jaycent Kingsley edited a ssage on WhatsApp and sent it to Nathalie Quinlan.
Once the ssage was successfully sent.
He tossed the phone aside, leaned back, resting in the driver’s seat, closing his eyes to digest the things he’d just heard from his father.
After a long ti, he finally gathered himself together, restarted the sports car, and planned to go to Marcella Davidson’s place.
The fact that Nathalie Quinlan is part of the Kingsleys Family is known only to a few insiders, and the news hasn’t spread yet.
Even his mother doesn’t know about this.
Jaycent Kingsley intended to keep it quiet for now, waiting until Nathalie Quinlan was ready to decide whether to tell Yuni Davidson and the others.
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Elsewhere, inside the level 8 laboratory at The First Research Institute.
Everyone seed very busy, busy as if they couldn’t spare a mont, with their heads down working on their tasks.
Despite this, the atmosphere in the laboratory remained quite peculiar.
Those people who appeared very ’busy,’ tirelessly rushed, were always sneakily glancing in Nathalie Quinlan’s direction.
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