"Mm." Sadam Vinson put away his frustration, started the car, turned the steering wheel, and headed towards the residence.

...

While they were talking.

The girl sitting in the back seat kept her head down playing on her phone.

No one knew what she was looking at, but all the way, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t join in their conversation and kept replying to messages.

Just as the car was nearing home, Nathalie received another message.

This time, it was still from the WLA forum.

Nathalie raised an eyebrow slightly, with a casual air, and tapped to open it.

It was a screenshot forwarded by the WLA forum of a report, listing evidence of a rookie from The First Research Institute plagiarizing her work.

The administrator of the WLA forum left her a message, very politely asking if it was true.

Nathalie leaned back in her seat, holding the phone, her presence undiminished, with a rare trace of arrogance in her brow, and quickly edited a message to reply.

[There is no plagiarism.]

If Zevaney Kingsley were here at this moment, she would certainly see the nickname in the chatbox, boldly displaying — [X].

* 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In the afternoon, Kenzie Nabours also heard that Nathalie Quinlan had achieved good results in this December’s group exam, so he proactively called her, saying he had booked a private room at the Intercontinental for dinner to celebrate.

Nathalie, who was always reluctant to refuse the goodwill of elders, agreed.

However, she mentioned she would bring two friends along.

She had asked Kenzie Nabours who would be there in the evening and confirmed that only Jaycent Kingsley, Marcella Davidson, Yuni Davidson, and others would be present, so she brought Amadeus Yancey and Sadam Vinson along.

Brian Bonette had returned to Beijing two days ago, saying there was something at The Ninth Institute that required his attention.

Alfred Garland went back along with Brian Bonette.

So now, only Sadam Vinson was still here.

In the evening, Nathalie arrived as promised with the two of them.

In the private room, Jaycent Kingsley, Yuni Davidson, and others had already arrived.

Kenzie Nabours came out specifically to greet the three of them; once everyone was there, the waiter started serving dishes, with a variety of delicacies paraded into the room.

Amadeus Yancey was wearing a khaki trench coat today, its hem long, further accentuating his tall and distinguished figure.

As he entered the private room, he first pulled out a chair for the girl, and once Nathalie walked over to sit down, he pushed the chair in before pulling out the seat next to her and sitting down.

After sitting, he asked the waiter for a cup of warm water, replacing the wine glass in front of Nathalie with the warm water.

Then he looked up and explained politely to Kenzie Nabours and the others, "She shouldn’t drink anything cold these days; I’ll drink a few glasses on her behalf, if that’s alright?"

Marcella Davidson had already heard from Kenzie Nabours that whenever Nathalie came to the manor, someone would pick her up outside.

The one picking her up was Nathalie’s boyfriend.

Marcella had long heard about this ’boyfriend’ of Nathalie who had never shown himself before, and seeing the series of actions today, she was increasingly satisfied and couldn’t help but smilingly ask the girl, "Nathalie, who is this gentleman?"

Yuni Davidson was also eyeing Amadeus Yancey.

At first, she thought her son and Nathalie were only a step away from breaking the ice, publicly friends while possibly developing something privately.

She personally liked this pretty and highly skilled girl.

Who knew Nathalie brought her ’boyfriend’?

She frequently assessed her son’s ’rival in love’. Despite every mother thinking her son is the best, even Yuni had to admit the man before her was exceptionally outstanding, beyond reproach.

She joined in the banter, "Ms. Quinlan, how about an introduction?"