Orson Saban briefly contemplated, then looked up: "There are very few girls studying in this field. What made you decide to study it?"
"An old acquaintance of mine studied in this area. I suddenly wanted to understand her, including the things she loved," Nathalie Quinlan spoke in a leisurely tone, sowhat careless and laid-back, seemingly unintended, yet with a glimr of light quietly burning within.
For the past two years, she had been investigating Lynette Kingsley’s death. During this process, she gradually ca into contact with so matters concerning her biological mother, and she suddenly wanted to understand a bit.
This included the Kingsleys Family and the field related to Weapon Manufacturing and black gunpowder that Lynette once loved.
Orson Saban did not expect the girl to be so frank about her thoughts, which made him slightly change his view of her, taking an extra look at her.
But Nathalie was not following the conventional path—properly entering the Level 8 laboratory. Orson Saban just turned his back, and before leaving, casually said a sentence: "You will follow by my side from now on, watch and learn. As for how far you can learn in the end, I am not responsible."
Orson Saban ca quickly and left quickly.
As he passed by Leony Davidson, he recalled the matter Leony had ntioned previously.
Orson Saban intentionally stopped to say, "About that experintal data you ntioned earlier, don’t leave it on my desk. Bring it to my office. I’ll take a look for you."
"...Alright." Leony Davidson quietly hugged the folder in her arms tightly, her face looking extrely distressed, her eyes flickering.
She barely managed to make herself look not so bad, forcing out a smile that looked worse than crying, and greeted Orson Saban: "Yes, tutor."
Orson Saban was not a ticulous man; he didn’t notice Leony Davidson’s subtle changes in expression, just gave a sound of acknowledgnt, and then left the laboratory.
After Orson Saban left, the others in the Level 8 laboratory finally released the breath they had been holding.
They all glanced toward the girl.
Leony Davidson quietly clenched her hands, her mood extrely disturbed, suddenly slamming the folder onto the laboratory table, making quite a noise.
Everyone in the laboratory looked at her.
She didn’t care.
Leony Davidson, her face darkened, looked straight at Nathalie Quinlan, speaking in an extrely sarcastic tone: "Impressive tactics, Nathalie! Who did you get to speak for you this ti?"
Orson Saban letting Nathalie work with him on experints was equivalent to acknowledging Nathalie as a mber of the Level 8 laboratory, allowing her to follow their ongoing Semiconductor project.
This project was a significant one that many in the Level 8 laboratory wanted to join.
Including Leony Davidson!
Harvey Cadorette originally wanted to congratulate Nathalie Quinlan; his left hand just raised halfway when he heard Leony Davidson’s fiery words.
Instantly, he found his hand awkwardly hanging there.
"Nathalie, don’t take it to heart."
Before he finished speaking.
The girl moved.
She just slightly straightened her legs, and her overwhelming aura crushed Leony Davidson to pieces.
This ti, Nathalie didn’t pamper her.
They locked eyes.
Facing Leony Davidson’s outraged and slightly angry gaze, she coldly countered: "If you’re not convinced, you can also find soone to speak for you. No one is tying your hands and feet, stopping you from doing so."
"You!" Leony Davidson’s fair face suddenly darkened, her almond eyes rigid, her brows and eyes oozing with a strong sense of superiority, instantly sneering: "Do you think everyone sneaks around like you?"
The words were extrely harsh.
Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker were both present; upon hearing this, Agnes Baker’s face changed, and Wincent Sullivan also looked at the girl with concern.
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