The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 381: Do You Know Professor Wafford?_1
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Nathalie Quinlan was at a loss for words due to his teasing. ππ£π²ππ¨π²ππ»πΌπ―π²π.π°ππ¦
Jethro Yapiter laughed, "Then Iβll remember that, next time Iβll add ice cubes for you, no sugar."
Nathalie Quinlan had been looking at the documents, but his interruptions made it difficult to concentrate. She pinched her temples, which were throbbing, and looked at him with frustration in her dark eyes, "Mr. Yapiter, do you still want my help with these things or not?"
Her implication was clearβif he kept talking, she wouldnβt help. Jethro Yapiter raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"My mistake, Miss Quinlan, please continue. The finance department is waiting for the results. Mr. Ingram isnβt here, so youβre the only one who can make the decisions now."
"Take your time."
He said that, but he couldnβt hide the gossipy amusement in his eyes.
It aggravated Nathalie Quinlan, and she decided to ignore him, forcing her attention back to the documents.
This document on "The Research on the Application Value of Minimally Invasive Surgery in Neurosurgery" was essentially a study on surgical equipment for brain surgery. The content...was rather hollow. Anyone with expertise would realize that even if their research led to some conclusions, it wouldnβt be of much help to the current development of medical technology; it would just earn them some grand but empty reputation.
For example, this type of research was very popular internationally, with major medical awards and publications favoring such works.
She lost interest after flipping through a few pages and set the document aside.
When Jethro Yapiter noticed the document she had discarded, something came to mind, "Right, Miss Quinlan, do you know Professor Wafford?"
Nathalie Quinlan, now focusing on another document, answered without looking up, "Hmm?"
Jethro Yapiter: "I mean Professor Adelle Wafford."
Adelle Wafford?
Quinlan paused while turning a page. Her expression didnβt change much, she sounded indifferent and there was a hint of defiance in her eyes, straightforward.
"I donβt know her."
She tended not to remember the names of unimportant people. She had gone through it in her mind just now and couldnβt recall the name Adelle Wafford.
Seeing her answer so decisively and getting absorbed back into her work, Jethro Yapiter was momentarily stunned and mumbled to himself, "I thought you knew each other. When I came down, I saw you talking with her outside..."
The first document Nathalie Quinlan had been looking at was indeed a project submitted by Adelle Waffordβs team to their company.
Frankly, funding these scientific research projects was costly, with low return rates and a high chance of failure. Even if they did yield some results, it wouldnβt be directly related to them.
Many companies were reluctant to engage in such thankless tasks.
It was only Miss Quinlan who had been supporting domestic research over the years.
Yearly, supporting these research projects would burn through at least ten percent of Pinecone Groupβs profits, but how to put it... Jethro Yapiter looked at the girl, deeply focused on selecting projects, and pursed his lips, coming to a realization.
All that Pinecone Group had was thanks to Nathalie Quinlan. If she wanted to allocate ten percent of the profits to support domestic scientific research, he and Mr. Ingram had the same attitudeβfully on board!
Nathalie Quinlan was unaware of his inner thoughts. Hearing his words, she lifted her head casually, squinting as if she finally remembered something, and spoke leisurely, "Seems like that did happen."
"So, do you know her or not?" Jethro Yapiter was almost dizzy from the runaround.
"Does it matter whether I know her or not?" Nathalie Quinlanβs eyes were dark as ink, holding a hint of wildness. She was quite casual and, without waiting for Jethro Yapiterβs response, she said, "Not really. Iβve only seen her once at McKinney No. 1 Middle School, and today would be the second time."
"We just ran into each other at the entrance and chatted for a bit."
It was just that, from the look of things, Adelle Wafford really didnβt want to see her.
