Very quickly, Wincent Sullivan and Williansen Barness finished reading.
They handed the phone back to the girl.
Each of them remained silent.
Nathalie Quinlan, with her beautiful dark eyes, looked at them and calmly asked, "What do you think?"
The three of them looked at each other.
Agnes Baker was the first to react and said, "I didn’t think the person in charge would notice . When I first joined the research institute, I was hoping every day for them to notice . Now that they have, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. It’s like... their approval doesn’t seem as important anymore."
Wincent Sullivan pursed his lips, also looking at the girl, and replied, "I’ll follow your arrangent."
Nathalie raised an eyebrow.
Follow her arrangent?
Agnes seed to find her backbone and quickly said, "Yes, just like Wincent, I’ll follow your arrangent."
Williansen Barness had no objections. His handso face was as usual covered with a layer of ice warning strangers to keep away, yet he seed much warr when facing Nathalie Quinlan.
He, too, looked at the girl, clearly waiting for her arrangent.
Nathalie suddenly found herself being stared at by the three simultaneously, and she felt her head growing bigger. She pressed her brow, feeling the tension tighten at the back of her head: "You guys..."
She hadn’t even finished speaking.
Orson Saban ca out from the laboratory inside, saw them gathered together, and walked straight toward them.
"You’re all here? Great, I don’t need to find each person individually."
As he approached, his steady gaze swept over Wincent, Agnes, and Williansen, lingering particularly on Williansen, then handed over an envelope, giving it to them.
"These are so entry-level experintal projects in the laboratory. See which ones you can do, and let Denny Harrison and Harvey Cadorette guide you."
Wincent, Agnes, and Williansen were a bit puzzled, unsure what Orson Saban ant by this.
It wasn’t that they didn’t understand, they just didn’t dare to think in that direction.
After handing them the materials, Orson Saban turned to leave. Before walking away, he stopped, turned back, scanned the three with his eyes, and said, "If you have any questions you don’t understand, you can co to . As long as I have ti, I’ll answer them for you."
Agnes’s heart raced, summoning her courage, she asked, "Vice Principal, do you an we can stay in the Level 8 laboratory?"
This ti, Orson Saban’s brow relaxed quite a bit, and his typically stern face softened sowhat, though his deanor remained impartially cool as he said, "You can’t stay according to the rules, but as the one in charge, I have the power for exceptional evaluations. You perford well in the morning experints, so I will observe you for six months to a year. If you perform adequately during this period, I will discuss your retention with Mr. Fuller."
"Of course, you can also choose not to accept the evaluation and return to your own laboratory."
"I’m not forcing you."
What Orson Saban said was extrely calm and steady, but Wincent, Agnes, and Williansen felt their blood boil with excitent as they listened.
Agnes never thought Orson Saban would notice them, and without a second thought, she imdiately said, "I am willing to accept the evaluation."
"What about you two?" Orson nodded and looked at the two guys.
Wincent and Williansen replied in unison, "I am also willing to accept the laboratory evaluation."
"Hmm."
Orson Saban nodded satisfactorily, not saying much more, just reminded them, "I’m only giving you one chance. Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on your personal talent and effort."
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