Just then, a WhatsApp ssage ca in.
She tapped her finger to open it and take a look.
It was sent by Sadam Vinson.
[Nathalie, why are you playing a ga? Weren’t you supposed to go to the Level 8 laboratory today? How do you have the ti to ga? Is the Level 8 laboratory that easy-going?]
Attached was a ga screenshot.
It was the battle record of the ga Nathalie Quinlan had just played with Agnes Baker.
Nathalie Quinlan’s performance was truly spectacular.
It was almost certain that she was the one playing.
She propped her chin with her hand, lowered her eyes, thinking about how to respond to Sadam Vinson, when she heard Williansen Barness’s impatient voice: "It’s already four o’clock in the afternoon, just one hour until five. Are they planning to leave us hanging all day, or did they forget about us?"
Wincent Sullivan patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to get angry: "The people in the Level 8 laboratory are all busy, maybe they haven’t finished yet."
"From nine in the morning till three-thirty in the afternoon and they’re still not done?" Williansen Barness’s eyes were cold, his handso face was livid, clearly infuriated, and he murmured: "I thought the Level 8 laboratory would be different from the outside world, but it turns out to be the sa."
He ant that the Level 8 laboratory discriminates just like the outside world.
Worships the high, despises the low.
Wincent Sullivan opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him.
Williansen Barness didn’t need his comfort, just remained with a stern face, unable to sit still, he stood up abruptly and said: "I’m going back!"
Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker were startled by this sudden action, Agnes Baker quickly said: "Williansen, don’t act impulsively, let’s wait a bit longer."
"I ca to the Level 8 laboratory to observe experints or learn, not to sit idly in their breakroom. If they just want us to drink water here, I would rather go back to my place and do my own research! Not waste ti here!"
After he finished speaking, Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker didn’t know what to say.
Agnes Baker turned her head instinctively to look at the girl beside her.
Nathalie Quinlan was the calst among them, while they were impatient, only Nathalie remained calm, being the first to pull out a chair to sit and play the ga.
Agnes Baker initially thought Nathalie would persuade Williansen Barness not to act rashly.
But unexpectedly, the girl also stood up, adjusted her duckbill cap, picked up the phone on the table, and looked up at Williansen Barness: "I’ll go with you."
This left not only Agnes Baker stunned.
Even Wincent Sullivan was baffled by her action.
Nathalie Quinlan, however, didn’t offer much explanation, gathering her things, ready to leave.
Just then.
The lounge door was pushed open.
Harvey Cadorette hurried in from outside, seeing the four of them still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly explaining the situation. He ntioned how he was busy and just finished, rushing over as soon as he could.
Wincent Sullivan exchanged a few polite remarks with him.
Agnes Baker didn’t say much either.
Only Williansen Barness and Nathalie Quinlan wore expressions of indifference, seemingly not buying the explanation.
Harvey Cadorette himself was particularly attentive to this new rookie who joined the institute this year, noticing the girl’s unabashed coldness, he awkwardly spoke: "By the way, I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight as a welco gesture, all the Level 8 laboratory mbers will be there. Do you have ti?"
His words clearly ant to make ands.
Wincent Sullivan instinctively tilted his head, glancing at the reactions of the other three, hesitating to speak: "Harvey, this..."
Agnes Baker also looked towards the girl’s direction.
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