Anyway, she suddenly very much wanted to understand what kind of people her parents had been, how they t, why they passed away so young, and why she ended up in the McKinney orphanage...
It was as if a leaf suddenly wanted to know where it ca from and where it was supposed to land.
She sent over all the information she had found about Lynette Kingsley, her eyelids drooping as she leaned back in her chair.
Last night, she had used hacker thods to break into McKinney’s archives departnt, and the records of the entire Zachmann family could be pulled up at will, but the file regarding her biological mother, Lynette Kingsley, had been encrypted with a special thod.
The password was extrely complex, and even she took quite a bit of ti to crack it.
She had thought that she would find so important information once the encryption was broken but the contents of the file seed to be deliberately erased, recording only a birth date and a na, without even a death date noted.
If a person existed, they couldn’t possibly leave no trace, and a lack of traces could only an deep waters!
So she wanted the Red Alliance to check just how deep the waters were.
After all, the Red Alliance was overseas, and she was in the country. There were things she couldn’t conveniently do, but the Red Alliance could act without so many reservations!
A day’s classes passed by in the blink of an eye.
It was dismissal ti in the afternoon.
Nathalie Quinlan picked up her backpack. Originally, she had plans with Jhovany Sullivan and the others to go eat at Freddy Cagwin’s spicy hotpot stall, but after receiving a ssage from Amadeus Yancey, she didn’t go with them.
After they parted ways at the school gate, she imdiately saw the Phaeton parked by the roadside.
Nathalie Quinlan slowly walked over and pulled open the car door.
She had thought there would only be one person inside the car, but to her surprise, the little guy and Audrick Zachmann were both there.
"Sister." As soon as Edric Yancey saw Nathalie, his cheeks were rosy with a shy look, and he was unbelievably well-behaved.
Seeing this, Audrick Zachmann couldn’t help but curl his lips, wanting to loudly expose him, Fake!
Way too fake!
Before Nathalie got into the car, that brat had been busy looking annoyed at everyone, not wanting to bother with anyone, his head buried in his phone, too cool to even lift his eyelids when spoken to.
And now he had turned into an adorable little cotton-padded jacket.
"This is for sister."
As soon as Nathalie got into the car, he fished out a cup of water from sowhere. The light green package was very familiar at first glance. If it wasn’t the sa lemon water with aloe vera that Amadeus had once bought for her.
She reached out to take it, the rim of the cup cool to the touch. She saw ice cubes inside and her lips slightly lifted, her eyes softening as she gently ruffled the little guy’s hair, asking with a soft voice, "Did you buy this for ?"
Edric’s face flushed instantly, as he fidgeted with the corner of his clothes, and said shyly, "Uncle took to buy it, saying sister liked it after drinking it last ti."
Despite his young age, he knew the art of reciprocity, proudly bringing up his uncle’s na, before he suddenly looked up, his large, clear eyes filled with pride, the cute, icy-and-snowy face brimming with a look of anticipation for praise, "But I used my own pocket money! (*^▽^*)"
The words ’my own pocket money’ carried such firm confidence, resonating profoundly.
With that attitude, it seed as though he had leased Nathalie an entire fishpond!
After ’leasing the fishpond’, he beca shy again, his little chest that had puffed up slowly sank back, his lips pursed, his large eyes batting, sweetly saying, "I also asked the lady at the counter to add extra aloe and ice cubes for sister."
"..." Since Audrick was with him when they bought the drink, he rembered very clearly that the girl selling the drinks could not be more than seventeen or eighteen, about the sa age as Nathalie.
So in his eyes, Nathalie was a sister, and everyone else was an old aunty?!
This move, top-notch!
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