Chapter 2347: The ID Has Been Tracked Down—It’s Nathan Garland

Amadeus Yancey would never consider someone like Shania Yancey for an important role.

The Yancey Family could ensure her lifelong financial security because of her father but would never give her unlimited opportunities.

Mr. Yancey... his heart is too soft after all!

Amadeus Yancey reached out and ruffled the girl’s black hair on top of her head, softly saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you be wronged."

Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t reacted for a long time, only now absorbing the melodramatic background, propping her chin with her hand, she couldn’t help but laugh: "Do you think I care about this?"

Amadeus Yancey furrowed his brows slightly, his dark, deep eyes seemingly bottomless, as he turned on the air conditioner for her, slowly replying, "I care."

Nathalie Quinlan cast her eyes on him again for a while, seeing his tense jawline, he seemed still angry about Shania Yancey’s situation.

She tapped her fingertips on her brow, smiling helplessly, and said: "Grandpa Yancey’s intention was to let me get to know the Yancey family better. He didn’t expect Shania to make things awkward for me. In reality... Shania didn’t succeed in making things awkward for me; she only embarrassed herself."

"... So, looking at this matter from both the process and the outcome, I didn’t lose out." Nathalie Quinlan effortlessly concluded.

Her eyebrows are delicate and clear, her facial features are exquisite and outstanding, visibly relaxed and carefree: "So there’s no need to embarrass Grandpa and Mrs. Yancey even further."

Amadeus Yancey wanted to say something else.

Nathalie Quinlan’s phone rang.

She propped herself on the seat, took the phone from her bag, leaned back, and lit up the screen, noticing it was a message from the Red Alliance group.

Nathalie Quinlan squinted her eyes slightly and opened the group chat.

[@ilovebeingskinny: Is the boss here? Boss, boss, calling boss.]

[Emma Gabehart: Are you brain-dead? If you want to find Sun, just message him privately.]

[@ilovebeingskinny: Haha, I found the ID our boss was looking for, how could I not show you what real men’s speed is?]

[Emma Gabehart: Short, quick?]

[@ilovebeingskinny: ... I’m outta here, you jerk!]

Nathalie Quinlan typed furiously with both hands, sending out a message.

[Sun: Who?]

The group fell silent for several seconds, it was clear @ilovebeingskinny was editing a message.

Just as she expected.

Soon, @ilovebeingskinny sent the compiled message over.

[@ilovebeingskinny: This idiot bought a domain name from an overseas virtual server. I hacked that server and tracked him down. Interestingly, this ID’s address is also at The First Research Institute. I can’t hack into The First Research Institute’s system, so I’ll send you his original IP, you can check it yourself.]

@ilovebeingskinny privately sent Nathalie Quinlan an IP address.

After receiving the IP address, Nathalie Quinlan retrieved the bag from the backseat, pulling out her portable tablet from it.

She quickly assembled the tablet into a small computer.

Nathalie Quinlan opened a hacker program, her hands moving swiftly; it didn’t take even ten minutes to hack into the system of The First Research Institute.

She then input the IP sent by @ilovebeingskinny into the system.

A quick tap on the Enter key.

Nathalie Quinlan took her hands off the keyboard, staring straight ahead as she waited for the search results to appear on the screen...

Amadeus Yancey had been quietly waiting for her to start checking things from the moment she took out the tablet, not saying a word the whole time.

Nathalie Quinlan had already hacked into the system; checking an IP was only a matter of time.

Sure enough.

Not long after.

Accurate identity information appeared on her tablet screen.

Upon seeing the identity information presented, Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t help but curl up her lips, showing a sneering expression, and said: "It’s Nathan Garland."