Willy Kingsley felt a drum beating in his heart, but since a collateral branch could thrive in the Kingsleys Family, he was not scared easily. He immediately suppressed his doubts and did not reveal the slightest trace on his face, saying coldly, "Don’t try to scare me with The First Research Institute!"

"I’m a good friend of his father. I’m just inviting him over for a chat. The First Research Institute doesn’t meddle in family affairs."

Nathalie Quinlan took out her phone and waved it in front of him, lazily crossed her legs, and said, "You can try."

"..." Willy Kingsley’s expression turned inscrutable. His upward-tilted three-whites eyes stared at the girl, as if trying to discern whether she really had the ability to get The First Research Institute to come forward, or if she was just bluffing here.

But Nathalie wore a duckbill cap with the brim pressed extremely low, casually curling her lips, exuding a calm and unrestrained confidence.

That posture made it hard for others to see through her intentions.

Plus, she had found the Intercontinental Hotel, clearly knowing which room Williansen Barness was in.

Such a level of pinpointing skill made Willy Kingsley disbelieve that a girl with no background from Inderia could achieve this on her own; there must be someone helping her from behind!

However, he hadn’t achieved his goal since he brought the person over yesterday, so he was inevitably unwilling, staring at the girl with a snake-like gaze, hesitating slightly at heart.

It was as if Nathalie saw through his reluctance and hesitation. Her eyelashes lowered, and she lazily said again, "The Kingsleys Family still doesn’t know you privately took Williansen Barness, do they?"

As one of the three Great Families in Inderia, the Kingsleys Family’s power had grown significantly in recent years, crushing the other two families to become a unique existence in Inderia.

She had seen Hansel Kingsley and James Lawrence, both appearing outwardly reserved and low-key, but inherently exuding an insufferable arrogance.

They looked down on everyone outside the Kingsleys Family, even disregarding some within their own family. Such people disdained acting against a rookie from The First Research Institute.

Only people like Willy Kingsley and Zevaney Kingsley would resort to any means to seek out Williansen Barness for things.

Thus, she bet that the Kingsleys Family was unaware of Willy Kingsley’s private maneuvers.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged man’s face abruptly changed, looked at her warily without speaking, but his eyes revealed terrifying murderous intent, indicating he had been triggered to kill.

However, Nathalie didn’t give a damn about Hansel Kingsley, let alone him. Seeing the killing intent he couldn’t hide in his eyes, she merely said flatly, "I’ll give you one minute. If you don’t leave within that minute, I’ll have both the Kingsleys Family and The First Research Institute’s people come here."

A mix of shock and anger surged in Willy Kingsley’s heart. His eyes were menacing as if he wished to devour her, yet he really couldn’t figure out what gave the girl in front of him such courage to provoke him like this.

While he hesitated, the girl had already opened a stopwatch on her phone and started timing: "One minute starts now."

Wincent Sullivan watched from the side, his heart pounding with anxiety — every second felt interminably long. He was particularly worried that Nathalie might completely provoke Willy Kingsley.

Willy Kingsley was a member of the Kingsleys Family. If Nathalie angered him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, unexpectedly, Willy Kingsley took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing his fury, left a harsh remark, "You’ll wait and see!"

Then turned around, with smoldering flames in his tiger’s eye, commanded to the people by his side, "Let’s go!"

Wincent Sullivan personally witnessed the typically arrogant and domineering members of the Kingsleys Family quickly leaving the corridor, taking the elevator away.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, his back drenched in cold sweat.

His voice was initially dry and hoarse, "Qiao, Nathalie."