The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1882: I Estimate Miss Qiao Will Rank Between 70th and 83rd

He not only believes that Nathalie Quinlan will fail the assessment.

He also thinks Nathalie Quinlan will embarrass herself this time.

Someone like Nathalie Quinlan, who participates in the assessment just out of impulse, might end up at the bottom.

It’s the first time in 20 years that the Moore Family is having someone participate in the assessment. All eyes will be on Nathalie Quinlan, and when the results come out, it will be embarrassing...

James Lawrence still can’t understand if the Moore Family has gone mad, letting someone without any systematic learning in this area represent the family in this assessment.

Nathalie Quinlan will be slapped in the face.

The Moore Family she represents will also likely lose face in Inderia.

This is why James Lawrence’s feelings are incredibly complicated. On one hand, he doesn’t approve of Nathalie Quinlan representing other families as a direct-line descendant of the Kingsleys Family; on the other hand, he’s exceedingly relieved that it’s the Moore Family she’s representing, not the Kingsleys Family, otherwise, they’d be the ones embarrassed.

"The First Research Institute has 83 participants in the assessment this time, and the little Miss’s final result is estimated to be between the 70th and 83rd rank."

James Lawrence was already being very polite.

What he actually wanted to say was between the 80th and 83rd rank.

But considering that Nathalie Quinlan is, after all, a direct-line descendant of the Kingsleys Family, her status is prestigious, so he very considerately adjusted her ceiling rank 10 places higher.

In reality, he estimated that Nathalie Quinlan is at the level of 80th to 83rd.

"Heh." Lynn Kingsley merely chuckled, his voice low and deep, making his emotions indiscernible.

James Lawrence’s face turned pale and he dared not speak recklessly anymore, bowing his head.

Lynn Kingsley gave him a sidelong glance with meaningful eyes, then picked up the inkstone on the table, fingers brushing across the ink slab, his eyelids drooping down: "Alright, contact her again."

James Lawrence lifted his head, hesitant to speak.

He had already been blocked by two numbers; the little Miss didn’t reply to him at all.

But he dared not cross Lynn Kingsley, agreeing respectfully, "Yes, Clan Chief."

Lynn Kingsley didn’t want to bother with him and said blandly, "You can leave now."

James Lawrence sneaked a glance at him, silently left the room, and closed the door behind him.

After James Lawrence went out, the man walked to the desk, pulled open a drawer, took out a picture frame, and gazed at the person smiling like a blooming flower in the photo, reaching out gently to stroke it: "...You see, it’s only been 20 years and nobody remembers you anymore."

The words drifted faintly in the air like a gentle breeze, leaving no trace.

If anyone who knew Nathalie Quinlan was here, they would certainly notice that the person in the photo bore some resemblance to Nathalie Quinlan’s facial features.

However, the person in the photo had more defined and softer features.

Unlike Nathalie Quinlan’s sharp and rebellious look, she appeared gentle and peaceful.

Lynn Kingsley then placed the picture frame back and locked the drawer, his face stern and profound, as if his previous emotions were merely an illusion to others.

*

Nathalie Quinlan was unaware that someone had already assigned her to the bottom three positions. After separating from Violetta Hoffman, she went out to dinner with Amadeus Yancey and the others, then returned to her residence.

Upon returning, since she had to review the notes Marcella Davidson gave her, she informed the others briefly and went upstairs first.

Alfred Garland made her a cup of tea and brought it upstairs for her.

Sadam Vinson and Brian Bonette sat in the living room on the sofa, with nothing much to do.

Sadam Vinson invited Brian Bonette to play a game, but Brian Bonette didn’t join, so he played alone, turning on the voice chat and inviting Govert Griffin and a few people from a small Beijing circle.

Govert Griffin asked if Ms. Quinlan was joining.

Sadam Vinson replied that Nathalie Quinlan was busy and wouldn’t play at the moment.

Govert Griffin, understanding the situation, didn’t ask further, and they started a game, playing intensely in the living room.