Chapter 2316: Zevaney Kingsley’s Face Slap Defeat

"Does she... have anything special about her?" Martin couldn’t help but ask him curiously.

Nicholas Fuller looked into the distance below before retracting his gaze, looked up at Martin, and said slowly, "She is Lynette Kingsley’s daughter."

Martin instantly showed a look of shock and surprise, indicating how much impact Nicholas Fuller’s brief words had on him!

"The Kingsleys Family never mentioned this..." Martin blurted out.

Nicholas Fuller nodded, not surprised: "He probably doesn’t want those people to notice Nathalie Quinlan, but my thoughts differ from his. Hiding has no meaning; I want to take a gamble!"

Martin looked incredulous but wisely didn’t ask what Nicholas Fuller wanted to gamble on, especially since it concerned a century-old Hidden Family.

*

There was no longer any suspense in the selection of the heir for The First Research Institute this time.

Zevaney Kingsley failed the experiment for the second time.

Her clothes at the back were already soaked with sweat, and her forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat from nervousness.

She didn’t have time to care about her own disheveled appearance, hurriedly arranging the utensils on the lab bench, as if still wanting to try again.

Her brain was rapidly churning, trying hard to recall the content in Lynette Kingsley’s laptop, hoping to remember something useful.

But no matter how hard Zevaney tried, it seemed as if there was no relevant content in Lynette’s laptop; there wasn’t even a mention.

Zevaney’s hands started to tremble.

She could barely hold the test tube for the experiment, and the sweat on her forehead gathered into a small stream, dripping down suddenly.

What to do now?

She couldn’t lose.

Martin was also here.

She had to show a skill in front of the Hidden Family; otherwise, how could she talk about currying favor with them, then stepping over Nicholas Fuller and Nathalie Quinlan...

The more Zevaney thought, the more nervous she became, and her hands trembled even more.

Her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

She wanted to scream loudly, but she couldn’t do that; she forced herself to calm down, but she couldn’t even complete the simple action of placing the test tube on the test tube rack.

Her hands were shaking too much.

Shaking too badly.

She simply couldn’t continue.

While Zevaney was desperately pushing herself to proceed with the third experiment, a voice came from the little speaker present in every laboratory.

"Someone has finished."

Zevaney’s hand trembled, and the test tube in her hand slipped down and shattered into pieces on the ground with a crash.

The glass shards splattered, with one piece inadvertently scraping across her hand’s back, showing blood immediately on her fair skin.

Zevaney’s hand stung sharply, but she didn’t have time to look.

She heard Orson Saban’s voice from the little speaker again.

"The person who finished is in Laboratory No. 9, Nathalie Quinlan."

Zevaney only heard a buzzing chaos in her ears, and her mind went blank; she completely forgot about her injured hand, standing there in a daze.

As if the bold words she spoke to Nathan Garland in the parking lot three hours ago were just a dream, a complete joke!

She said this time she wanted everyone to see who was the real genius of Inderia, she wanted to crush Nathalie Quinlan’s self-esteem publicly, tearing apart the so-called First Research Institute’s rookie king’s facade.

As a result, the one who was crushed, the one whose dignity was torn apart, was her!

Zevaney couldn’t control her trembling shoulders, utterly unable to bear this result.

Her dream was shattered once again when it was about to be realized!

*

In the following days, Nathalie Quinlan’s name became the focal point of attention in Inderia.

Everyone’s eyes were once again focused on this person whom they initially thought had never been to Inderia, deemed a country bumpkin.