Harvey Cadorette also didn’t dare to casually arrange for her.
It was obvious to anyone that Leony Davidson and the other mbers of Level 8 Lab were excluding the newly arrived rookie Nathalie Quinlan. Even if he spoke up to find soone for her, most likely no one would be willing to take her on.
Harvey Cadorette was extrely troubled: "Nathalie, how about this, you just follow as usual and watch do the experints?"
He also brought this up at lunch when he was eating with Denny Harrison, Agnes Baker, and Wincent Sullivan. But in the end, he was just a team leader. The final decision regarding Nathalie’s arrangent had to be made by Orson Saban. He couldn’t decide it.
He was in the middle of speaking.
Orson Saban ca in from outside.
As soon as Leony Davidson saw Orson Saban enter the lab, she imdiately picked up the organized experintal data and went over: "Tutor, the experint I was responsible for, we’ve organized the data. Do you have ti to take a look?"
Nathalie also noticed the commotion over there.
She turned her head to look, just in ti to see a man in his fifties enter. The man was dressed in a suit, appearing to be very ticulous, with a typically quiet deanor.
Orson Saban didn’t take the experintal data handed over by Leony Davidson but instead glanced at it and said calmly, "Put the data on my desk, I’ll look at it later."
As he spoke, he bypassed Leony Davidson and walked toward Harvey Cadorette and Nathalie Quinlan.
Harvey Cadorette instinctively reassured Nathalie quietly: "It’s just as well that the teacher is here, I’ll ask him about it for you later."
Nathalie furrowed her brows, the black hair hanging down covered her brow line, and her aura was a bit uncontrollably tense.
However, she still took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger brewing inside. She told herself in her heart that she had co through the back door, so it was normal not to be welcod by these people.
But it was rare for Nathalie to encounter such a situation. In the past, she could completely walk away, but this ti she couldn’t.
If she had enough ti, she wouldn’t have taken Nicholas Fuller’s path, but unfortunately, she had only a year’s leave from her studies.
The last sester had already passed, and counting the next sester, there was only half a sester left.
She was too pressed for ti.
...
Orson Saban walked over.
The gazes of the people in the Level 8 Lab followed him as he moved.
The chubby kid beside Leony Davidson whispered, "The tutor isn’t going over to find that Nathalie, is he?"
"Ha, how could that be?" Leony Davidson’s raised eyebrows revealed a hidden sharpness, her tone dismissive and disdainful: "Didn’t you see Harvey is also there? The teacher must be going to discuss the semiconductor experint with him."
She had been in the Level 8 Lab long enough to see that Orson Saban was quite displeased with the ’parachuted’ newcor.
She crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips, ready to watch the situation unfold.
Orson Saban quickly arrived in front of Nathalie Quinlan and Harvey Cadorette, his gaze first landing on Harvey Cadorette for a second.
Harvey Cadorette was very perceptive, respectfully saying, "Teacher."
"Mm." Orson Saban responded.
Within a second, he turned his gaze to Nathalie standing beside him.
Orson Saban seed to think of sothing, his eyes darkening, furrowing his brows slightly, and in a low voice, he asked Nathalie: "What is your research focus?"
Nathalie raised her eyebrows, sowhat surprised: "Weapon manufacturing and black gunpowder."
"Mm." Orson Saban nodded again, not revealing what he was thinking, as he fell into contemplation.
He wasn’t speaking, so Nathalie didn’t rush to speak either.
The expressions of the others beca nuanced.
Because everyone noticed that Orson Saban’s attitude toward Nathalie had changed, at least not as cold as it was in the morning when he didn’t even co!
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