After Chloe Sinclair left the lab, she received a flood of messages from professors and classmates.

They were all asking if she had a way to get a copy of the latest issue of *Science* and the *Mathematics Annual Journal*.

Although Chloe had promised Fletcher a copy, she didn’t have many on hand, so she only gave them to a few professors she was on good terms with.

The news that the journals featuring Chloe Sinclair’s papers had sold out quickly started trending in the country.

Some people didn’t know who Chloe Sinclair was and found it strange that she was trending.

But once they read the explainers her fans posted in the comments, they almost shouted, "Holy shit!" right then and there.

They might not have known who Chloe Sinclair was, but there was no way they hadn’t heard of the world’s two top academic journals.

Anyone who could publish a paper in those was practically a national treasure.

What’s more, Chloe Sinclair had published papers in both journals simultaneously, crossing into two different fields.

[Just an onlooker here. I just looked up Chloe Sinclair’s bio, and all I can say is, she’s a fucking badass.]

[Damn, you couldn’t even make this up for a novel.]

[Other people are getting featured in major journals at twenty, so how come I can barely pass my classes?]

[To the person above, I don’t mean to laugh, but I have to correct you on one thing: Chloe Sinclair is only nineteen. She had just turned eighteen when she wrote those papers. The review process abroad is slow, so they were delayed until this year.]

[I kinda feel bad for the person above, lol. But also, Chloe Sinclair hadn’t even started college when she wrote those papers. I was abroad last month and was lucky enough to buy the Meridia edition of the journal. Her paper caused a huge sensation in Meridia back then, too. It’s just that she’s usually so low-key that nobody could dig up any information on her.]

[Hahaha, our girl is just too amazing!]

Having learned their lesson from the past, the Sinclair family and Gabriel kept a close watch on the online discussions.

The moment any negative comments appeared, their PR team would immediately manage the narrative.

Two days later, the frenzy to buy the journals gradually died down.

So, Chloe stopped paying attention to it.

Lately, progress in both of her labs had been swift.

The maglev train model at the "White House" lab was already half-finished. Chloe estimated they could complete the model’s construction by next week.

Meanwhile, at the nuclear fusion lab, experiments had been progressing at a breakneck pace ever since the flow-fusion reactor was completed.

As a result, Chloe’s schedule was finally not as hectic as before.

She held a clipboard, her dark eyes fixed on the screen in front of her as her hand flew, rapidly taking notes.

Chloe was now a team leader in the lab, supervising a few new interns.

It was the interns’ first time seeing someone record data so quickly, seemingly without a moment’s hesitation.

For a moment, the interns’ mouths fell open, and they completely forgot to record their own data.

When Chloe turned around, she saw them staring blankly at her. She frowned. "What’s wrong?"

"I, I..."

The intern stood with his mouth agape, only able to force out a single syllable.

Chloe didn’t get angry. "Stay focused. The data is crucial, and there’s no room for even the slightest error."

"If even one data set is off, all of today’s work will be for nothing. In a worst-case scenario, it could lead the entire team down a dead end."

Although the interns had no professional experience, as Ph.D. students from top universities, they had all worked in labs before. They knew Chloe was speaking the absolute truth.

They nodded gratefully and diligently recorded the subsequent data.

After their shift, one of the interns found a senior researcher he knew well and couldn’t help but ask, "Is our team leader always like that when she’s recording data?"