She could only et her tutor’s gaze, biting her lip: "I’m just not convinced and want to prove myself. I’ve thought it through: The research institute has always spoken through strength. There’s no reason for our Level 8 laboratory to let a rookie join an important research project."
"Hmm." Orson Saban saw her speak so definitively, shifted his gaze, and without keeping people in suspense, announced the results in front of everyone: "I compared the experintal data from both groups; Nathalie Quinlan’s group was closer to the final result, so they won."
He said it extrely calmly, his tone indifferent, as if rely announcing an inconsequential result.
Yet the Level 8 laboratory fell into dead silence; everyone was stunned.
Orson Saban’s announcent of this result was incredibly shocking.
Soone blurted out what everyone was thinking: "What a joke! Our Level 8 laboratory lost to an outside group that’s always been on the tail end, a ’death squad’? Leony and her team lost... this couldn’t be possible."
Harvey Cadorette and Denny Harrison stood on Nathalie Quinlan’s side, yet both were equally surprised upon hearing Orson Saban’s announcent.
Nathalie Quinlan was exceptional.
Excelling in ways that seed almost extraordinary.
Soone like Nathalie Quinlan creating a miracle or two isn’t so unbelievable.
But Wincent Sullivan, Agnes Baker, and Williansen Barness had been at The First Research Institute for a while without much success, even among the exterior rookie groups of the Level 8 laboratory, they were unremarkable figures.
These three plus Nathalie Quinlan could easily crush Leony Davidson, it was truly incredible!
Denny Harrison looked at Williansen Barness and the others, unable to refrain from praise: "You guys are amazing."
Although Williansen Barness maintained an expressionless and cold face as usual, the tightly clenched fists and trembling fingertips revealed an inner unrest.
"I don’t believe it." Leony Davidson’s first reaction was disbelief; not caring about anything else, she spoke up: "I saw the data on your computer. The result you got was 11.2, while ours was 11.02. The difference is only 0.18. With such a tiny margin, how could we lose... I don’t believe this result."
She almost plainly accused Orson Saban of favoring Nathalie Quinlan, deliberately saying they lost the contest.
Orson Saban, not one to indulge her, simply placed two docunt folders on the table and openly addressed everyone: "These are the two experintal results I’ve obtained. Nathalie Quinlan’s group submitted their work to half an hour before yours. Everything is here; you can check it yourself."
Orson Saban spoke quite bluntly.
If Leony Davidson was socially savvy, this matter would end here.
But she really couldn’t accept it and swallow her frustration; clenching her teeth, she publicly reached out to pick up the two docunt folders, extracting the results.
Indeed, their result was 11.02.
Leony Davidson took out the result from Nathalie Quinlan’s group and quickly saw the last figures—11.2!
When she clearly saw the numbers, her face turned ghostly pale, the feeling of being publicly embarrassed with ears buzzing made her nearly bite her lip to the point of bleeding!
11.2?
Identical results!
Impossible!
How could soone manage to make an experintal result exactly match the computer?
Nathalie Quinlan, she...
Leony Davidson looked over; the girl was still lowering her head playing on her phone, as if the laboratory’s clamor had nothing to do with her.
Leony Davidson’s fingertips trembled slightly, still imrsed in shock.
11.2.
How did she manage to do it?
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