Harvey Cadorette was still sorting out the experimental data he gathered since the morning. As soon as he input a number, he heard someone speak up. Without raising his head, he asked, "Which rookie?"

Around him were seven or eight members of the Level 8 laboratory. The person speaking to him was about in their early thirties with a poised demeanor, casually placed a used U-tube back on the rack, turned around to glance at the distracted Harvey Cadorette, and said in surprise, "Didn’t you lead four newcomers to our lab for a tour this morning? Have you forgotten?"

Orson Saban was not around, everyone in the Level 8 laboratory was busy.

In the Level 8 laboratory, there were almost all boys, only one girl, who had a delicate and tall appearance, with an aura of cold scholarly elegance all around.

The air was quite nice.

The looks weren’t bad either.

Leony Davidson was leaning against the lab table, discussing the changes in previous experimental data with a few others. Hearing this, she raised her brows, slightly surprised, "They haven’t left yet?"

These rookies...

have quite a stubborn temper!

"Who are you talking about? Who hasn’t left?" Most of the people in Level 8 laboratory focused on experiments, rarely paying attention to other matters, and some hadn’t figured out the situation.

They completely forgot someone had visited their lab for a tour this morning.

At this moment, Harvey Cadorette suddenly realized, recalling Nathalie Quinlan and her group left in the lounge, he dragged the chair with a ’squeak’ sound and quickly got up saying, "Denny Harrison, come here and help me input some data, I’ll go check if they’ve left."

How could he forget about this!

Harvey Cadorette got up hurriedly, and his straightforward face clearly showed his anxiety.

After calling the person who reminded him to take over his work, he hastily grabbed his coat, put it on, and said to Leony Davidson and the others, "Don’t rush to leave, let’s have dinner together tonight to welcome the newcomers."

Leony Davidson frowned, directly wanting to refuse.

"Does anyone have objections?" Harvey Cadorette asked two people, both of whom said it didn’t matter, he breathed a sigh of relief, revealed a smile, stretched out his hand to pat the shoulder of the man taking over his work, withdrew his hand, and said to the seven or eight others, "Since no one has objections, it’s settled then. I’ll go find them first, see if they’re still there."

This morning Harvey Cadorette had arranged for Nathalie Quinlan and her group to wait in the lounge, while he was called over by Leony Davidson and the others to handle an experiment’s data.

This experiment was related to semiconductors.

It’s the direction Orson Saban has been studying recently. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Quite important.

He himself is also a research fanatic, once he delves into experiments, he’s generally in a state of self-forgetfulness.

Come and go, he completely forgot about the group of ’newcomers’ he brought.

However, Harvey Cadorette wasn’t intentionally targeting anyone.

Denny Harrison reminded him, and he suddenly slapped his forehead, recalling the matter, and only then realizes that he left someone ignored there for both the morning and afternoon.

In order to express his apology, he then arranged the dinner gathering with several other people in Level 8 laboratory.

After all, people from Level 8 laboratory generally don’t dine with outsiders, which could be considered another form of compensation for Nathalie Quinlan and her group.

*

In the lounge of Level 8 laboratory.

Nathalie Quinlan finished playing another game, precisely achieving a penta kill and leading the team to victory in this round.

The round ended.

Agnes Baker, starving, waved her hands quickly saying, "Nathalie Quinlan, I can’t anymore, can’t anymore, I’m dizzy, if I keep playing I’ll puke."

"Alright." The girl placed the phone on the table, calmly exited the game.