At that mont, the girl adjusted her duckbill cap, revealing a strikingly exquisite face, her beautiful black eyes clear and cold, and said, "I’m busy tonight, I’ve made plans with friends."
She directly refused Harvey Cadorette!
Harvey Cadorette suddenly felt even more awkward: "Ah, Nathalie Quinlan, everyone else from the 8th-level laboratory is going, and it’s to welco you... you..."
Nathalie Quinlan slung the black single shoulder bag over her left shoulder, responded with a casual tone, her deanor laid-back and aloof: "Sorry, I’ve got plans tonight. Maybe next ti."
Harvey Cadorette suddenly had nothing else to say.
He understood in his heart that she wasn’t genuinely occupied; rather, she wouldn’t accept this form of ’compensation’ from him.
He wasn’t a difficult person to get along with, just having stayed too long in the 8th-level laboratory that despite realizing he had gone overboard today, he couldn’t bring himself to apologize to a group of rookies.
Harvey Cadorette pondered briefly, then looked up and said to her, "Then I’ll see you off."
"Alright." Nathalie Quinlan had no objections.
Nathalie Quinlan led the refusal for today’s al, and Wincent Sullivan, Agnes Baker, and Williansen Barness didn’t mind, all siding with her.
The few of them followed Harvey Cadorette out of the 8th-level laboratory.
Harvey Cadorette was enduring internal tornt all the way, and upon reaching the corridor outside the 8th-level laboratory, he couldn’t resist stopping and once again extended a dinner invitation to the girl: "Nathalie Quinlan, are you really not joining us for dinner? I’ve already arranged for everyone, Leony Davidson and the others agreed to co, and I can introduce you to them."
He was referring to the group from the 8th-level laboratory.
Considering that soone from The First Research Institute getting acquainted with mbers of the 8th-level laboratory and forming good relationships with them is a rare opportunity.
After all, ordinary people don’t normally get the chance to interact with mbers of the 8th-level laboratory.
Harvey Cadorette’s brows furrowed slightly, thinking Nathalie Quinlan might not understood the intricacies and social connections, he was about to give her so guidance.
"Harvey," suddenly, a voice ca from the corridor.
Harvey Cadorette looked up and saw Zevaney Kingsley walking towards him.
In an instant, Zevaney Kingsley was standing in front of them.
Zevaney Kingsley noticed the girl next to Harvey Cadorette; she had t Nathalie Quinlan once before due to the WAL forum issue.
Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t been to The First Research Institute for the past few days, and Zevaney hadn’t seen her again.
Seeing Nathalie Quinlan with the three from the 10th group and Harvey Cadorette now, she discreetly clenched her fist.
When she stood in front of Harvey Cadorette, she slightly tilted her head, already back to her usual grace.
She greeted Harvey Cadorette proactively, seemingly ignoring Nathalie Quinlan and the others, and invited: "Harvey, I was just about to find you, but I bumped into you here. I’m planning on hosting a birthday banquet in a few days, do you have ti? I’d like to invite you to attend."
Her deanor was gracious, and her speech was appropriate.
Clearly soone cultivated in a privileged family environnt.
Zevaney Kingsley even handed Harvey Cadorette an invitation: "Here’s the invitation letter, Harvey, make sure to co if you can."
She greeted him with a smile and extended the invitation, making it difficult for Harvey Cadorette to refuse, so he accepted the invitation, ambiguously without confirming whether he’d go or not.
Turning to Nathalie Quinlan again: "Nathalie Quinlan, tonight you..."
Before he finished speaking.
The girl had already replied to a ssage, looked up, seemingly noticing Zevaney Kingsley for the first ti, raised an eyebrow, glanced once, then looked away, with a rather bold attitude, concisely said: "My friend already booked a place, maybe next ti."
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