8:30 in the morning, Rhine Apartnt.
The alarm Nathalie Quinlan set rang.
The person on the bed irritably reached out to turn off the phone alarm, buried her head back into the pillow, remained motionless for a few seconds, then turned over, opened her sleepy eyes, climbed up with displeasure, and walked towards the bathroom expressionlessly.
Soon, the sound of rushing water rang out in the room.
Ten minutes later.
A girl with wet hair, wearing a T-shirt and black pants, ca out of the bathroom.
She took a cold shower, most of her drowsiness faded, but her delicate face still showed a hint of restless fatigue from not sleeping well.
Nathalie Quinlan walked to the desk, opened her laptop, inserted a USB flash drive, copied the already archived software from the computer to the USB flash drive...
A progress bar appeared on the screen.
Half-squinting her eyes, feeling a bit sleepy, she took advantage of the copying ti to walk back to the bed, picked up her phone, and looked at the unread ssages on it.
Seven or eight ssages.
Nathalie Quinlan scrolled through the ssages, not reading all of them.
Just glanced at the ssage Shawn Norton sent her—"What ti are you coming to school?"
What ti is it now?
Nathalie Quinlan’s gaze glanced upwards, seeing the ti on the phone, exactly nine o’clock in the morning, neither more nor less by a minute.
Nathalie Quinlan’s wet black eyes were quite irritated, her eyelids half-lowering, her fair fingers tapping on the phone as she replied to Shawn Norton’s ssage.
After replying to Shawn’s ssage, the copying progress bar on the computer jumped from 99% to 100%.
Copying such a large software on a professional computer would take at least half an hour, and even on Maybelissa’s computer, it would take about twenty minutes.
Nathalie Quinlan’s laptop on the desk looked unassuming, even slightly old and chipped around the edges, yet it successfully copied over 20G of docunts in just five minutes.
If outsiders saw this, their eyes would probably pop out in amazent.
She herself was accustod to it, casually took out the USB flash drive, tucked it into her pocket, then grabbed her phone and single shoulder bag, left the room.
...
Downstairs in the living room.
Sadam Vinson had rushed over early in the morning, bringing a lot of breakfast along.
As soon as he saw Nathalie coming down from the second floor, he waved enthusiastically at her: "Nathalie, morning."
Nathalie didn’t expect him to be there.
Her steps paused for a second, just a second, then she casually continued down, walked over to the breakfast-filled dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"Morning."
Alfred Garland brought her a cup of fresh milk, placed it in front of her, chuckling, "Ms. Quinlan, why are you up so early, I thought you’d sleep a bit longer."
Nathalie didn’t really like to drink milk, but Amadeus Yancey always loved to prepare milk for her.
Looking at yet another cup placed in front of her, her temples ached from staying up late, but she said nothing.
She only carelessly raised her eyelids, her wet eyes revealing her lack of sleep, a bit irritable, "I have to go to school this morning."
"Eh, what are you going to school for." Alfred Garland showed a mont of realization, paused for a second, then suddenly said, "Ah, right, Ms. Quinlan you’re still in university..."
He was used to Nathalie being involved with software, IT developnt, or MV shoots.
Ever since Nathalie entered university, she hardly went to school, after a while, Alfred almost forgot that this big-shot in front of him had just started her freshman year.
At this mont, a man wearing a black shirt walked out of the kitchen with two plates, tall with long legs, and surprisingly fair skin, his face overly handso.
Noble yet aloof.
Very eye-catching.
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