Harvey Cadorette didn’t dare to ask for more and went ahead with the people from the Level 8 laboratory first.
Just before entering the private room, he received a ssage from Orson Saban.
Harvey Cadorette lifted his head and quickly said to the group walking ahead, "...The Dean is also at the Ocean Pavilion today."
At this, everyone from the Level 8 laboratory stopped in their tracks and looked at him, each with surprise and excitent on their faces.
Although they were mbers of the Level 8 laboratory, Nicholas Fuller was not soone they could et at will.
Even Leony Davidson, who had previously been arrogant, couldn’t hide her excitent, her apricot eyes flashing slightly. She pursed her lips and said to Harvey Cadorette, "Harvey, should we invite the Dean to join us for dinner?"
Harvey Cadorette knew what they were thinking. He felt the sa excitent and nodded, "Alright, I’ll ask."
*
In the largest VIP private room of the Ocean Pavilion.
Nathalie Quinlan had just arrived.
The waiter respectfully opened the door to the private room for her.
Inside the room, besides the tables and chairs, there was a matching tea room, where an elderly man with white hair and beard was brewing two cups of tea.
Upon seeing him, Nathalie Quinlan paused for a mont, then walked toward him.
The elder was still brewing tea, though his technique seed sowhat awkward, not as smooth and skilled as Mr. Yancey’s, suggesting he seldom drank tea.
Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes deepened slightly, retracting her line of sight. She sat down opposite the elder, naturally placed her black backpack aside, and sat cross-legged, feeling quite at ease.
Nicholas Fuller saw her and handed over a freshly brewed cup of Green Tea: "I heard people from Zenla all love tea. This is a new tea I had soone get for ; try it?"
"Alright." Nathalie Quinlan unperturbedly took the cup from him and took a sip.
Nicholas Fuller imdiately asked her, "How is it?"
Nathalie Quinlan put down the cup and frankly comnted, "Very ordinary."
Nicholas Fuller, as the Dean of The First Research Institute and a bigwig in Inderia, was usually praised by others.
He seldom heard such candid feedback.
For a mont, he didn’t react.
Once he did, Nicholas Fuller couldn’t help but laugh heartily, evidently in a great mood.
He lifted his own cup of tea, took a sip himself, and imdiately furrowed his brows, clicking his tongue: "Indeed... it’s a bit of a fail in brewing!"
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t give an opinion, she swirled the teacup in her hand, and said lightly, "I’m not much for tea either; as long as it quenches my thirst, it’s fine."
At this mont Nicholas Fuller put down his teacup and looked at her, his eyes, seasoned by the years, reflected the girl’s silhouette.
He was slender but appeared very kindly: "Sun, didn’t you say before you might not have ti, why do you have ti today?"
In the afternoon, Nathalie Quinlan had ssaged him saying she would be free in the evening and asked for his availability, which had surprised Nicholas Fuller.
He later looked into it and found out it was her first day entering the Level 8 laboratory, which made him even more surprised that Nathalie Quinlan had ti for a eting.
"Ran into sothing." She didn’t elaborate much, being concise, then lifted her eyes to look at the elder in front of her, hesitating to speak: "Emma Gabehart... hasn’t t you?"
Nicholas Fuller couldn’t help but chuckle: "I’ve t her once before, didn’t she ntion my age?"
"She never ntioned it, probably forgot." Nathalie Quinlan rested her head on her hand, montarily unsure how to respond, her beautiful black eyes lowered, sowhat annoyed: "I didn’t an anything by it, just a bit surprised..."
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