Nicholas Fuller nodded, smiling slightly, with a restrained pride: "I certainly want to make sure. If that person isn’t you, I’m not going."

In other words.

Now that he knows Marcella Davidson’s goddaughter is Nathalie Quinlan, he plans to attend this recognition banquet.

Nicholas Fuller hasn’t attended this type of banquet for many years.

Once Nicholas Fuller confirms his attendance, the spec of Marcella Davidson’s recognition banquet will undoubtedly reach an unprecedented height in Inderia in recent years.

Nathalie Quinlan thanked him, but Nicholas Fuller didn’t mind.

The two chatted for a while longer.

Just then, Nathalie Quinlan’s phone rang. It was a call from Alfred Garland, likely waiting for her outside and decided to call after waiting for a while.

Nathalie Quinlan hung up the phone without looking.

She mentioned it to Nicholas Fuller, then left the research institute first to meet Williansen Barness and others at the dining place.

*

Next day.

Nathalie Quinlan had just arrived at the research institute, and as soon as she went in, she was caught by Violetta Hoffman, who had been waiting at the door for quite some time. Violetta called out: "Sun."

Then she quickly walked over, hooked her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and pulled her inside, mumbling indistinctly, "I heard you’re going to hold a recognition banquet? When is it?"

Nathalie Quinlan was pulled inside hurriedly, only realizing belatedly what Violetta Hoffman was asking, her head aching a little: "Wednesday?"

It’s Monday today, and there’s only two days left until the recognition banquet Marcella Davidson and Kenzie Nabours negotiated.

Violetta Hoffman heard this, grabbed her hair, and said quite woefully: "Is the dean going?"

"He’s so crafty. He called me yesterday specifically to show off and deliberately asked if I’ve been invited."

Before she knew that Nicholas Fuller was Greenie from their group, she wouldn’t have dared to boldly slander her dean outside.

Now that Violetta Hoffman knows Nicholas Fuller is Greenie from the group, she interacts with Nicholas Fuller more like a friend.

"Jo, you won’t include me?"

After being shown off by Nicholas Fuller last night, she couldn’t sleep and kept tossing and turning in bed, lying awake until dawn.

As soon as it was light, she ran to the research institute to confront them.

"I also want to attend your banquet." Violetta Hoffman’s quite tall, nearing 1.7 meters, with a slender figure and striking appearance.

With such an appearance, she seems like an elegant woman wherever she is.

In reality, her personality is fiery, or she wouldn’t repeatedly argue with Nathan Garland, slamming the table and kicking chairs in public.

But at the moment, she curbed her temper in front of Nathalie Quinlan, brimming with grievance: "You take the dean but not me. How will I fit in within the group afterwards?"

Once Nathalie Quinlan understood why she was being sought out so early in the morning, she casually strolled into the research institute until Violetta Hoffman insisted.

She stopped, and helplessly glanced at the one pestering her all along: "...wait a minute, let me ask if I can bring a friend."

Violetta Hoffman, having achieved her goal, replied with glee: "Alright, you ask, I’ll wait."

She seemed poised to wait for an immediate answer.

Nathalie Quinlan had no choice but to call Kenzie Nabours.

The call connected right away.

Nathalie Quinlan’s voice was a bit hoarse, carrying traces of the early awakening: "Hi, Uncle, I want to ask something..."

While making the call, Violetta Hoffman patiently waited beside her.

Meanwhile, a group of people walked in from outside.

"Professor, I want to apply for the level-8 laboratory thing. Have you asked the Vice Principal for me?" Zevaney Kingsley, walking into The First Research Institute alongside Nathan Garland, was speaking to him the whole way.