He didn’t buy perfu.
Instinctively, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t really like things like perfu.
However, on this trip, he guessed that Nathalie wouldn’t bring any skincare products due to her personality, so he quietly asked a colleague to tell him the brands that young girls like, went to the mall to buy a set for Nathalie, and packed it in his suitcase.
In order to bring this set of skincare products, he even took out so docunts to make room.
Nathalie glanced at him but said nothing, her eyes darkening slightly, with flickering shadows within: "Hmm."
As the two were talking,
Shawn Norton, Master Cadmus, and Jackson Wafford arrived too.
Nathalie estimated that there were about twelve to thirteen people going to Inderia this ti, a small team, slightly larger than the group that went to the Illegal Zone last ti.
And it seed that the statuses of the people compared to those going to the Illegal Zone last ti were higher.
At least she hadn’t seen these faces on the news.
She heard that many impressive researchers have hidden identities and are not seen except in important situations.
The people who ca with Master Cadmus looked like those types of individuals.
They all knew each other.
Upon eting, they warmly greeted each other.
The attendees this ti were dressed quite simply, like Stanley Zachmann, with no branded clothes visible from head to toe.
They seed to know Stanley Zachmann.
Several people ca to greet Stanley Zachmann, and after greeting, they would notice Nathalie and give her a surprised look, and upon Stanley’s introduction, they gave a friendly smile to Nathalie.
Nathalie had a more reserved, sowhat cold personality.
But she wasn’t impolite. Essentially, for the elders who ca to greet Stanley and smiled at her, she responded politely.
Their initial impression of her was quite good.
Soone even asked Shawn Norton if Nathalie was the young person going to Inderia this ti.
Shawn didn’t disclose too much information about Nathalie. For every part people asked, he answered tactfully, only addressing superficial matters.
He didn’t ntion anything deeper.
Once everyone was gathered, they were ready to set off.
This ti, they were taking a private flight over, so there was no need for security checks. There were even staff to help with the luggage and guide the way.
Nathalie boarded the airplane all the way and found a corner seat to sit down.
Master Cadmus had sothing to talk about with Stanley Zachmann, so he didn’t co over.
Nathalie basically had a whole row to herself, stretching her legs comfortably, she took out her phone from her pocket.
The airplane had a signal.
As soon as she turned on her phone, she saw a ssage sent via WhatsApp.
[I’ve arrived.]
Nathalie’s eyes swept over the ssage on WhatsApp, and she typed a reply with her fingers.
[QN: I’m about to set off too.]
After replying to the ssage, she casually opened the posts and scrolled through.
Only two people were actively posting like they had fake accounts.
One was Sadam Vinson.
As soon as she opened it, the first thing that appeared was Sadam Vinson’s ga team-up screenshot posted five minutes ago, lanting again in the posts.
The other was Khendy Lordon.
L’s profile picture was quite simple.
However...
Nathalie scrolled down and couldn’t help but click her tongue.
Khendy’s posts were full of cheesy love quotes, maintaining a frequency of one post per day, with a different cheesy love quote each day.
And they were to the extent of being eye-burning.
As corny as Old Wang next door.
Every ti Nathalie saw them, she felt it was eye-burning.
She liked Khendy’s latest post, then turned off her phone, set it aside, took a blindfold out of her bag, put on headphones, intending to get so sleep on the airplane, and sleep through the journey.
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