"Yes, I also agree that we should bring her back." Someone immediately responded.

The person next to him nodded in agreement, their aged brows and eyes revealing a sense of arrogant pride that comes from a life of privilege. They began to speak slowly and composedly: "Clan Chief, since she is a member of our direct-line descent, I also believe that we cannot leave her out there. Her birth may lack something, having grown up in McKinney all along and never having been in contact with our Inderia. The education and upbringing she received were not very satisfactory..."

"But these are all minor issues. Once we bring her back, we can have someone properly guide her, and these can slowly be corrected."

"The main thing is that her talent is astonishing, and we cannot let her vaguely represent the Moore Family to enter the research institute. It’s time to let her know certain things she should know... such as her identity."

This person must be a rather high-ranking elder of the Kingsleys Family.

As soon as they spoke, others agreed one after another.

"Yes, why should the Moore Family benefit from the bloodline of our Kingsleys Family?"

"Clan Chief, let’s recognize her back as one of us."

"Yes, I also agree to recognize her back."

...

The spacious conference room was filled with discussion, everyone whispering and nodding as if whether or not Nathalie Quinlan would return to the Kingsleys Family was something they could unilaterally decide!

Everyone thought the same as James Lawrence once did, that if the Kingsleys Family chose to recognize a person, that person could not possibly be unwilling?

They believed Nathalie Quinlan would be grateful and excited to the point of incoherence.

In the depths of their hearts, they never even considered that she might be unwilling to return to the Kingsleys Family!

After all, the Independent Continent Kingsleys Family, when mentioned, how prestigious were they, how many people couldn’t even reach its threshold despite trying everything.

They were willing to accept a country bumpkin who did not grow up in Inderia, they considered themselves already open-minded.

What complaints could Nathalie Quinlan possibly have?

Lynn Kingsley listened to their discussion emotionlessly, then set down the teacup in his hand, slightly raising his chin, signaling for James Lawrence to come over.

"Clan Chief." James Lawrence walked over to him with a complex expression and respectfully addressed him.

Lynn Kingsley acknowledged with a sound, instructing him unhurriedly: "Come, inform the hall chiefs of the specific situation."

The dozen or so pairs of eyes in the conference room all turned towards James Lawrence simultaneously.

James Lawrence became somewhat nervous, straightening his back, pressing his lips together, and spoke with difficulty: "Hall chiefs, I’ve been in contact with Miss Quinlan for half a month now, she should already know about her identity..."

"She already knows?"

"How could she still represent the Moore Family to join the research institute’s assessment if she knows?"

"She..."

The large conference room stirred with commotion.

James Lawrence raised his head to look around at everyone, then lowered it again, silently continuing: "Miss Quinlan should know about her identity, but she hasn’t contacted me. I called her yesterday, and she didn’t pick up, and afterward, she even blocked me... I think she might not be willing to come back."

"..."

The Kingsleys Family had long been accustomed to condescendingly granting favors to others, never having imagined that someone might refuse their generosity.

Even disdain it.

Ignore them.

There was a silence in the conference room.

Some people’s brows twitched violently, some were on the verge of speaking but hesitated.

But when they thought of Nathalie Quinlan’s results in this time’s research institute assessment, they repressed the anger and dissatisfaction between their brows.

They couldn’t really say forget it or that she was being ungrateful or anything of the sort.