Chapter 2299: Teacher, I’m Here to Register

Violetta Hoffman, Orson Saban, and several other laboratory heads all showed expressions of anger, clearly unable to accept Zevaney Kingsley’s slander of The First Research Institute.

Only Nathan Garland had no reaction at all, as if there was no sense of honor that a member of The First Research Institute should have in his heart.

Nicholas Fuller, however, hadn’t expected Zevaney Kingsley, being so young, to have such a steady mindset. He cast a deep, searching glance at the young person standing in front of him.

He said with veiled words, "You’re quite articulate."

Zevaney Kingsley shrugged slightly, always wearing a smiling mask, unyielding: "The dean himself is someone who does research. You should be well aware that research is a long and arduous journey. Sometimes, even after ten or twenty years, we may not have a single result. Sometimes, a sudden inspiration might lead to seven or eight results. These are all normal situations."

"I also produced three results after leaving the research institute, through my own inspiration and diligent experimentation."

"I know I still have deficiencies, but I am working hard. The dean should not keep negating me as a person because of something in the past. Maybe if you reassess me, you might discover my strengths?"

Nicholas Fuller completely understood.

Zevaney Kingsley came here today, determined to register no matter what.

She had no psychological burden, no guilt or sense of shame.

In her eyes, the results she stole were the fruit of her own labor, and she worked hard to ’steal’ them.

Her ability to steal was her skill.

How could outsiders blame her?

After feeling extremely angry, Nicholas Fuller calmed down and was about to tell her that no matter what she said, he would not let her register.

At this moment, there was a knocking on the door.

Nicholas Fuller frowned, turned around, and said, "Go out first..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw clearly who was standing at the door.

He immediately forgot about Zevaney Kingsley and Nathan Garland, who were still in the office, and quickly walked towards Nathalie Quinlan: "Why are you here?"

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t mention that Orson Saban had called her, but instead carried a file folder, took a look inside, and saw Zevaney Kingsley and Nathan Garland standing there. She understood the situation.

"What are they here for?"

Nicholas Fuller, thinking of Zevaney Kingsley’s ’good deeds’, feared Nathalie Quinlan would walk up and slap her to death.

"They... don’t worry about them, you should head back first."

Nathalie Quinlan casually bypassed him and walked inside.

As she passed by Zevaney Kingsley and Nathan Garland, she deliberately paused and gave them a sideways glance.

But she didn’t speak to the two of them.

Instead, she walked to Orson Saban and handed him a completed form: "Teacher, I’m here to register."

Everyone present was stunned.

Violetta Hoffman was a bit excited: "You, you’ve made up your mind?"

"Yes." Nathalie Quinlan replied, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes as she set down the form and said casually, "There wasn’t much to think about anyway."

The First Research Institute was the place where Lynette Kingsley fought all her life.

She had special feelings for The First Research Institute.

Moreover, with Nicholas Fuller, Violetta Hoffman, Wincent Sullivan, Agnes Baker, and Williansen Barness all at The First Research Institute, she couldn’t let The First Research Institute fall into the hands of someone like Zevaney Kingsley.

So, after receiving the phone call from Orson Saban, she made a call to Harvey Cadorette to inquire about the situation.

Harvey Cadorette, immersed in experiments all day, knew nothing.

But Denny Harrison was a gossip, and it didn’t take long for him to find out a lot of information through friends.

Nathalie Quinlan, upon knowing that Zevaney Kingsley had arrived, had a pretty good guess of what was happening.