"...You an you wouldn’t mind if you’re excluded by others?"
Nicholas Fuller’s aging voice was mixed with humor, clearly not worried that the girl couldn’t handle these minor situations: "If I accompany you, they might not dare to trouble you out of respect for ."
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids: "No need. I’m used to being alone, if they want to exclude , so be it, I don’t mind."
Nicholas finally chuckled lightly: "Alright, I won’t go then. Rember to report to the laboratory tomorrow."
"Mm."
Nathalie hung up the phone.
She didn’t rush to put down the phone, instead sat on the sofa thinking for a mont, editing a ssage back to Wincent Sullivan.
After replying to Wincent Sullivan, she opened the group chat of Team 10.
Agnes Baker had given their group chat a quirky na, called [A Bunch of Gluttons].
A minute later.
The [A Bunch of Gluttons] group had a new ssage.
The group only has 4 people.
The other three hadn’t set ssage alerts to ’Do Not Disturb’ mode.
So the new group ssage, like other ssages, had a ringtone reminder.
Wincent Sullivan had just seen the ssage Nathalie sent him, saying she’d find ti another day.
Mrs. Sullivan had been waiting until now.
It was only when Wincent Sullivan showed her the WhatsApp chat interface with Nathalie, did she feel satisfied. She then asked him to send a "good, we’ll wait for Nathalie’s timing" ssage.
Then the old lady noticed they had a group where Nathalie was also speaking and urged him to take a look.
Wincent Sullivan had a splitting headache, unable to understand why his grandmother was suddenly so interested in Nathalie, but saw it as a good thing, so he complied with the old lady and opened the WhatsApp group chat.
[Q: I’ll enter the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow.]
"Entering the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow?" Mrs. Sullivan looked puzzled, turning to ask Wincent Sullivan, "Don’t you all go to the Level 8 laboratory every day?"
"I don’t know either." Wincent Sullivan shook his head, equally bewildered.
They were still pondering what Nathalie’s ssage ant.
Soone in the group had already straightforwardly asked.
[Plump and Round: Nathalie, you’re online! I didn’t dare disturb you, fearing you might be sleeping.]
[Plump and Round: You’re entering the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow? What do you an? Don’t we all go to the Level 8 laboratory every day?]
[Williansen: ?]
Williansen Barness’s style remained as simple and clear as always.
A few seconds later.
Nathalie replied in the group with a new ssage.
[Q: Not the sa. Tomorrow I will enter the Level 8 laboratory, just like Harvey Cadorette and the others.]
"Like Harvey Senior?" Wincent Sullivan saw the ssages in the group and was slightly stunned. Then he turned to Mrs. Sullivan: "Could it be that she is becoming an official mber of the Level 8 laboratory?!"
Wincent Sullivan himself was shocked at how unbelievable it sounded.
"You said she entered the Level 8 laboratory???" Mrs. Sullivan was equally amazed, then she reacted, gasped, and leaning on her cane, couldn’t help but have a smile creep on her well-maintained face: "Good, good!"
She said "good" twice, seemingly without doubting the authenticity of the news, leaving Wincent Sullivan behind, already impatiently saying.
"I’ll go see what suitable gifts are in the storeroom, you later bring them to Ms. Quinlan for ."
Wincent Sullivan watched her rush off to arrange the celebratory gift.
For a mont, he couldn’t even call her back in ti.
He could only watch his grandmother stride energetically, more vigorous than the young, turned away calling the butler to go along disappearing from view.
Wincent Sullivan turned back to look at his phone again.
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