The Unveiling of Secret Queen

The secrets that Nicholas Fuller’s current status cannot even touch... Nathalie Quinlan’s lips curved up, her eyes filled with even more interest, making her more determined to get to the bottom of it!

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The next day.

Nathalie Quinlan went to the research institute early in the morning.

She didn’t go to the Level 8 laboratory, but instead called Nicholas Fuller, using his connections to get into the archives room of The First Research Institute to search for information all morning.

Nathalie Quinlan found only a handful of materials related to twenty years ago in the archives room after searching all morning.

It was evident that these people were very meticulous in their work, leaving almost no useful information behind.

Nathalie Quinlan had already anticipated this result and was not discouraged.

She stayed in the archives room until three in the afternoon, found a few slightly interesting folders, registered her name at the checkout, and took them away, intending to continue her research at home.

She had just stepped out of the archives room.

The next moment, she received a phone call from Orson Saban.

Nathalie Quinlan held the folders under her arm, answering casually: ”Hello, teacher.”

”Come to the office,” Orson Saban said before hanging up the phone.

Nathalie Quinlan looked at her phone, her gaze slightly constricted, and slowly put the phone into her pocket, glanced in the direction of Nicholas Fuller’s office, and moved towards it.

She hadn’t returned to The First Research Institute for a long time.

Everyone she encountered on the way was looking towards her.

Nathalie Quinlan pulled up her hoodie irritably, exposing only a sharp, cold chin, her posture seemed quite arrogant, with an extremely strong personal style!

Unforgettable at first glance!

*

Inside Nicholas Fuller’s office.

Orson Saban, Violetta Hoffman, and several laboratory heads were all present.

The atmosphere in the office was very tense at this moment.

No one spoke in the office, and all eyes were focused on the person standing in the center.

After a period of stalemate.

Nicholas Fuller’s face was extremely unsightly as he placed the document back on the table, his expression cold and emotionless as he said in a deep voice, ”I disagree!”

Zevaney Kingsley came prepared this time, how could she be sent back by such a minor setback?

She smiled slightly, looking very polite and elegantly said, ”Director, I know I’m not part of the research institute. But you publicly stated that the conditions for participating in this selection are not limited to within The First Research Institute, anyone outside who meets the conditions can participate. I meet the condition of having published results in SCI as you mentioned, so there’s no reason I can’t participate?”

Nathan Garland spoke up to support her: ”Yes, Director, Zevaney meets all the conditions proposed by The First Research Institute, logically, she also has the right to participate in the selection for inheritance. We shouldn’t have double standards, it would sound bad if it got out.”

Orson Saban furrowed his brows, took a step forward, and interrupted: ”What do you mean by that? Are you questioning the Director’s impartiality?”

Facing his questioning, Nathan Garland just smiled slightly, with an indifferent look, saying: ”I didn’t say that. I just think we shouldn’t let personal likes and dislikes affect the selection of the future heir to a research institute. After all, Zevaney fulfills all the conditions, we have no reason to disagree with her participation in the selection. Unless...”

Nathan Garland looked at Nicholas Fuller, showing no respect on his face, filled with provocation: ”Unless the Director can give us all a reasonable reason, otherwise I cannot accept this result.”

”Are you sure you want a reasonable reason?” Nicholas Fuller rarely got this angry, he paced to Nathan Garland’s front, his old eyes were not clouded by time, but rather accumulated wisdom and sharpness beyond the ordinary.