Nathalie Quinlan was long accustod to such scenes. She reached out to pull down the brim of her duckbill cap, revealing only a fair and delicate chin beneath a light gray scarf. Many people could only see the contours of her face and couldn’t make out her facial features clearly.
She just seed particularly young to those who newly arrived.
That she, so young, had co to The First Research Institute’s assessnt was a bit unexpected, that’s all.
However, it’s not like no young people had ever participated in the assessnts for The First Research Institute before.
So everyone just glanced over at the girl, then diverted their line of sight and refocused on lining up to submit their information.
The staff handling the registration and information collection at the recruiting place hadn’t arrived yet, and the seats in front of the computers were all vacant with no one there.
Violetta Hoffman walked over, found no one in front of the computer, and then made a phone call.
Then, holding her phone, she ca back with a slightly frustrated look on her vivid face, "They still haven’t arrived, I called them, so just wait a mont."
"Mm," Nathalie Quinlan replied, hands tucked in her pockets, standing in a very nonchalant stance, not particularly bothered.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Violetta went to the side again to call the staff responsible for this recruitnt registration, urging them to hurry over.
...
Not far away, Willy Kingsley stared in shock in the girl’s direction, at one point suspecting his own eyes: "Nathalie Quinlan? What is she doing here?"
"Who’s Nathalie Quinlan?" Therry Kingsley was also there, right next to him. Upon hearing, he looked in the direction Willy was looking and recognized the girl they had encountered at the Intercontinental Hotel elevator entrance the other day.
Therry Kingsley couldn’t help but pause in bewildernt, then retracted his gaze and turned to ask Willy, "Uncle, do you know her?"
He looked again at where Nathalie Quinlan was standing, pressed his lips together, and pondered, "The person who brought her seems to be the head of the 3rd laboratory, Violetta Hoffman. I’ve heard from cousin Zevaney that the head of the 3rd laboratory is eccentric and solitary, usually keeping to themselves except for their own team. They are generally difficult to get along with... Why would such a person personally bring soone over? Who exactly is she?"
Willy Kingsley now had a headache, having no mind to answer his questions, especially upon hearing Therry Kingsley say that the person who brought Nathalie Quinlan was the head of the 3rd laboratory. He was increasingly shocked and took out his phone, intending to tell Zevaney Kingsley about the situation here.
Zevaney had been recuperating at ho lately and hadn’t co to the institute.
He was responsible for accompanying Therry Kingsley for registration.
Ordinarily, outsiders aren’t allowed in The First Research Institute, but being from one of the Great Families, the institute made an exception and granted him entry... Willy Kingsley hadn’t expected to encounter Nathalie Quinlan here again before coming in.
Could it be that this Nathalie Quinlan also planned to attend the assessnt?
Willy Kingsley called Zevaney Kingsley, but there was no answer, perhaps because she didn’t have her phone with her.
He then put down the phone and stared in the girl’s direction, brows furrowing.
Just then, the staff responsible for new recruits rushed in, causing a stir in the waiting room. All the candidates looked toward the staff, eyes filled with excitent and admiration...
The staff dispatched every three years to handle registration were just so peripheral mbers of The First Research Institute.
However, even so, they were still people from The First Research Institute.
To those who hadn’t yet had the opportunity to enter The First Research Institute, no matter how unimpressive these staff might be at the institute, they were still an unattainable presence in their eyes.
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