Just then, a WhatsApp message came in.

She tapped her finger to open it and take a look.

It was sent by Sadam Vinson.

[Nathalie, why are you playing a game? Weren’t you supposed to go to the Level 8 laboratory today? How do you have the time to game? Is the Level 8 laboratory that easy-going?]

Attached was a game screenshot.

It was the battle record of the game Nathalie Quinlan had just played with Agnes Baker.

Nathalie Quinlan’s performance was truly spectacular.

It was almost certain that she was the one playing.

She propped her chin with her hand, lowered her eyes, thinking about how to respond to Sadam Vinson, when she heard Williansen Barness’s impatient voice: "It’s already four o’clock in the afternoon, just one hour until five. Are they planning to leave us hanging all day, or did they forget about us?"

Wincent Sullivan patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to get angry: "The people in the Level 8 laboratory are all busy, maybe they haven’t finished yet."

"From nine in the morning till three-thirty in the afternoon and they’re still not done?" Williansen Barness’s eyes were cold, his handsome face was livid, clearly infuriated, and he murmured: "I thought the Level 8 laboratory would be different from the outside world, but it turns out to be the same."

He meant that the Level 8 laboratory discriminates just like the outside world.

Worships the high, despises the low.

Wincent Sullivan opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him.

Williansen Barness didn’t need his comfort, just remained with a stern face, unable to sit still, he stood up abruptly and said: "I’m going back!"

Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker were startled by this sudden action, Agnes Baker quickly said: "Williansen, don’t act impulsively, let’s wait a bit longer."

"I came to the Level 8 laboratory to observe experiments or learn, not to sit idly in their breakroom. If they just want us to drink water here, I would rather go back to my place and do my own research! Not waste time here!"

After he finished speaking, Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker didn’t know what to say.

Agnes Baker turned her head instinctively to look at the girl beside her.

Nathalie Quinlan was the calmest among them, while they were impatient, only Nathalie remained calm, being the first to pull out a chair to sit and play the game.

Agnes Baker initially thought Nathalie would persuade Williansen Barness not to act rashly.

But unexpectedly, the girl also stood up, adjusted her duckbill cap, picked up the phone on the table, and looked up at Williansen Barness: "I’ll go with you."

This left not only Agnes Baker stunned.

Even Wincent Sullivan was baffled by her action.

Nathalie Quinlan, however, didn’t offer much explanation, gathering her things, ready to leave.

Just then.

The lounge door was pushed open.

Harvey Cadorette hurried in from outside, seeing the four of them still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly explaining the situation. He mentioned how he was busy and just finished, rushing over as soon as he could.

Wincent Sullivan exchanged a few polite remarks with him.

Agnes Baker didn’t say much either.

Only Williansen Barness and Nathalie Quinlan wore expressions of indifference, seemingly not buying the explanation.

Harvey Cadorette himself was particularly attentive to this new rookie who joined the institute this year, noticing the girl’s unabashed coldness, he awkwardly spoke: "By the way, I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight as a welcome gesture, all the Level 8 laboratory members will be there. Do you have time?"

His words clearly meant to make amends.

Wincent Sullivan instinctively tilted his head, glancing at the reactions of the other three, hesitating to speak: "Harvey, this..."

Agnes Baker also looked towards the girl’s direction.