The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 2115: The Davidson Family Will Never Let an Outsider Profit

It’s important to know that Marcella Davidson possesses more than just these surface-level real estates. Everyone in the Davidson Family is aware that Marcella Davidson also has a notebook that records many top-tier research projects she participated in during her younger years.

Those research projects are confidential, yet Marcella Davidson’s notebook contains complete experimental data. The Davidson Family is unwilling to let outsiders take advantage of just this one notebook.

They absolutely cannot accept Marcella Davidson acknowledging another goddaughter.

But Marcella Davidson is stubborn and is not someone who can be swayed by familial bonds.

No one in the Davidson Family dares to openly express dissatisfaction, fearing they might anger her and lead her to sever ties with the family entirely.

If they want Marcella Davidson’s inheritance, they must play the emotional card gradually.

This is the main reason Mrs. Davidson urgently sought out Leony Davidson.

Leony Davidson is not a fool; she clearly understands her parents’ intentions in her heart. She pursed her lips, speaking in a slightly agitated tone: "It’s not that I’m unwilling to visit Auntie at the estate. Every time I visit her, I try my best to please her and make her happy. But she has never mentioned the notebook to me, nor has she asked how I’m doing at the research institute. I don’t think she really wants to teach me."

"How could that be?" Mrs. Davidson reassured her, gently patting her hand with confidence: "Don’t think too much about it. After all, blood is thicker than water. You’re her only niece, and you’re the heiress of the Davidson Family’s current generation. She has no reason to teach outsiders and not be willing to teach you. You should visit your aunt more often and spend more time with her. When she’s happy, she might just give you the documentation."

Leony Davidson shook her head, opened the car window to let the outside air in. Breathing in fresh air made her feel a bit less stifled, and she spoke softly to Mrs. Davidson: "I know."

Mrs. Davidson nodded in satisfaction, regaining her usual dignified and noble demeanor. She adjusted the scarf on her shoulder and spoke casually: "As for that goddaughter... Ha, she better not think about taking advantage of the Davidson Family! Your father and I will find a chance to talk to your aunt. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll ask your grandfather to step in. I refuse to believe your aunt is set on acknowledging an outsider as a goddaughter."

Leony Davidson had a strong sense of unease, gripping the item in her hand and lowering her eyelids: "Let’s hope so."

The Davidson family’s private car moved steadily forward, getting further and further away from The First Research Institute until it disappeared.

*

Meanwhile, at the research institute.

Leony Davidson had left all her team members and left early. Without her presence, the atmosphere in the level 8 laboratory relaxed considerably.

Harvey Cadorette brought up the topic of eating again: "By the way, Nathalie Quinlan, you were busy before, and we never got around to having a meal together. Are you free today? How about we all go out for a meal together?"

Williansen Barness and the others looked quite happy, all turning to the girl.

Nathalie Quinlan had long since put on her duckbill cap again, leaning slightly as she looked at her phone.

Kenzie Nabours had just sent her a message, asking if she was finished and inviting her to the estate, saying there was something to discuss.

Nathalie Quinlan was concerned about Marcella Davidson’s health. Upon hearing this, she raised her head, put her phone back in her pocket, gathered her things, and said to Harvey Cadorette and the others, "I can’t today, I have something to do and need to leave first."

Harvey Cadorette didn’t expect Nathalie Quinlan to be so busy, and his honest face couldn’t hide his disappointment. However, he generously waved his hand at her: "Alright then, you go ahead."

Nathalie Quinlan was about to leave, but before she did, she stopped and turned her head to look at the group. The face under the brim of her cap was exceptionally beautiful, her eyes deep yet clear: "What about the day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow, I’ll treat you all to hot pot. I know an excellent hot pot place in Inderia."