Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 207: Your Background Isn’t Ordinary, Is It?

Back in Veridian, Clara Sterling got busy.

The preparation work before the experint was complex and tedious.

She needed to review related experintal materials, books, and papers.

In the five days before entering the lab, she was so busy that there was not a single mont of free ti.

Silas Sheffield was also busy beyond comprehension.

The company headquarters moved to Veridian, and recently there was an intense business battle between the Sheffield, Sutton, and Tate Groups, leaving Silas with social engagents almost every day.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

It was soon the day Clara Sterling was to enter the lab.

The Sheffield Group had invested heavily in building a specialized laboratory building and purchasing a variety of experintal equipnt to provide research facilities for the Group’s scientific team.

Clara Sterling found the lab by following the address Warren Cheney sent her.

As soon as she reached the door, she ran into Warren Cheney coming out.

Warren Cheney was wearing a well-fitted dark gray short-sleeved shirt, glancing at the notebook and materials Clara Sterling held in her arms.

"Co with , let’s get familiar with the lab and et the people in the lab," Warren Cheney said.

"Okay." Clara Sterling obediently followed behind Warren Cheney.

The lab was on the east side of the fifth floor.

As soon as the door opened, the sll of disinfectant mixed with so reagent hit her face.

The spacious room was filled with various experintal instrunts and equipnt, the white laboratory benches clean and spotless.

Five people wearing white lab coats stood in a line waiting for them.

"These are the team mbers for this experint," Warren Cheney introduced, "Everyone, introduce yourselves."

The people introduced themselves one by one.

Clara Sterling also smiled slightly and gave a self-introduction.

After everyone finished introducing themselves, Warren Cheney said, "Hayden Jennings is a forr doctoral student of mine, so he is like your senior. Initially, you should follow him to get familiar with the basic operations. Feel free to ask him if you have any questions."

"Alright." Clara Sterling nodded and looked at Hayden Jennings, "Senior Hayden, I’ll be counting on your guidance."

Hayden Jennings was about 185cm tall, wearing a white lab coat and rimless glasses, with delicate features and a gentle deanor.

Hayden Jennings smiled, "Junior Clara, welco to our team."

Warren Cheney assigned them experintal tasks, gave so instructions, and then left.

Hayden Jennings explained to Clara Sterling, "This experintal project is applied for by our teacher, he will only provide necessary guidance and will not interfere or participate."

Clara Sterling had heard this from Warren Cheney earlier.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryan Trent, standing beside them, laughed and said, "I heard you only have a bachelor’s degree, how did you sneak in as an undergraduate? You must have so unusual background, huh?"

Clara Sterling pressed her lips, "Indeed, my degree is not as advanced as yours, so I’m starting as a lab assistant."

Ryan Trent chuckled lightly, his eyes showing disdain.

Just now, in the presence of Warren Cheney, he dared not show his dissatisfaction.

Now that Warren Cheney had left, Ryan Trent’s gaze towards Clara Sterling was openly disdainful and scornful.

So beautiful, she must be nothing more than a decorative flower.

Who knows whose pampered canary has run out. With so many research teams in the Sheffield Group, why on earth did she end up in ours? Tsk, such bad luck.

Besides Clara Sterling, the team consisted of five people in total, three n and two won.

Who knows how they found out that Clara Sterling only had a bachelor’s degree. Except for Hayden Jennings, the others looked at Clara Sterling with more or less disdain.

One mber nad Vivian Lynch sneered, "Coming to do experints with just a bachelor’s degree, is Professor Cheney running out of people?"

Ryan Trent echoed, "I thought this project had a high value, but it turns out people with bachelor’s degrees can sneak in, it seems there’s a lot of fluff in this experint."

Vivian Lynch: "No, no, no, you’re wrong there, so people have money power and can do whatever they want."

Another girl nad Amanda Adler, hearing Vivian Lynch say this, thought of the hardships endured on her own journey through graduate and doctoral studies and couldn’t help but sigh, "Alas, so people are born in Ro, while I was born a workhorse."

These people had all entered this research team after years of doctoral studies and subsequent experience, based on their own strength.

And Clara Sterling, a fresh graduate with a bachelor’s degree, what right did she have to share the sa lab with them?

Clara Sterling knew they had significant objections to her joining the lab.

But the fact that she only had a bachelor’s degree was true, and saying anything now would be futile.

Clara Sterling did not defend herself. She knew that no matter how she explained, these people wouldn’t listen.

She might as well let the experintal data speak for itself.

Hayden Jennings’s eyes flashed with displeasure, "The teacher just left and you’re already bullying the newcor? Stop lingering and co over; I’ll further assign the experintal tasks."

Hayden Jennings was the person in charge of this experint.

Once the experintal tasks were further segnted, those few people finally got busy and had no ti to mock Clara Sterling temporarily.

Hayden Jennings gently reassured, "Don’t take it to heart; the teacher told you are talented, smart, and soone he praises without reservation must be exceptional. I believe you truly have skills and knowledge."

"Yes." Clara Sterling nodded softly, "Thank you, senior."

In the afternoon, under Hayden Jennings’s guidance, Clara Sterling conducted her first research experint.

Her actions were unfamiliar.

"Be careful." Ryan Trent happened to pass by, "If there’s a mistake, it could delay the entire group’s progress."

Clara Sterling said calmly, "Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen."

Ryan Trent snorted coldly, seemingly not believing Clara Sterling’s words.

Beside her, Senior Hayden’s gentle voice reassured, "It’s okay, everyone starts like this, take your ti."

"I’m fine." Clara Sterling’s expression was indifferent, her eyes glued to the experintal apparatus, ticulously conducting the experint.

Ryan Trent’s words hadn’t stirred any waves in her mind.

She was here not to listen to idle gossip but to learn true skills.

In the following period, Clara devoted herself wholeheartedly to the experints.

Days passed by, and Clara’s operations gradually beca skillful.

She stayed up late every night to read papers and examine similar experintal data.

This whole ti, she was the earliest to arrive at the lab in the morning and the last to leave at night.

After organizing the experintal records, Clara would even clean the shared equipnt until they shone.

Initially, Hayden would stand next to her while she experinted, pointing out small issues in her operations.

But after observing twice, Hayden realized Clara had a super strong learning and hands-on ability, coupled with a vast reservoir of knowledge.

She was also very well-versed with so of the latest advancents in the scientific field, nothing like an undergraduate.

In fact, she seed even more skilled than Vivian Lynch and Ryan Trent, the two doctoral students in the lab.

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That day, after leaving the lab, Clara went to visit Yvonne Sterling.

Ever since her surgery, Yvonne’s condition had stabilized.

With dedicated care, Yvonne’s complexion had been improving day by day.

"Mom, have you gone out recently?" Clara Sterling placed the supplents in her hand on the table, tilting her head to ask Yvonne Sterling.

Yvonne shook her head, "No, it’s been too hot lately, I prefer staying indoors."

Clara chatted with her mom for a while, then received a call from Anabelle Spencer.

Anabelle said on the phone, "Clara, I’ve quit my job, wanna hang out tonight?"

Clara Sterling: "Sure, you decide the place."

"Okay."

A few minutes after hanging up, Anabelle sent a ssage saying she reserved a private room and asked where Clara was.

Clara sent her location over.

[I’m at my mom’s place, chatting with her for a bit; I’ll head to the restaurant in ten minutes.]

Anabelle Spencer: [I’m just nearby, I’ll co pick you up.]

Clara Sterling: [Okay.]