"Nathalie, you really don’t care about this at all?" Sadam Vinson was originally full of dissatisfaction, speaking up for her.

Now seeing Nathalie Quinlan so calm, the blazing fire of anger in his chest lowered, making him feel less uncomfortable.

The girl got up, picked up the phone from the table, glanced at him, cool and carefree: "Mm, I don’t care."

Sadam: ...

Brian Bonette, however, came to terms with it before Sadam did; his handsome features seemed to carry a hint of white snow. He adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly at Nathalie: "It’s great Ms. Quinlan can come to terms with it. Actually, the difference between which laboratory you enter isn’t that significant. The 3rd-level laboratory is not bad, it’s not entirely without resources."

Falling into a 1-2 level laboratory would be worse than the 3rd level.

Brian was used to evaluating things based on results.

The current outcome, although not ideal, hasn’t hit rock bottom either.

They still have a chance to turn things around.

It all depends on Nathalie’s performance after entering the research institute.

Looking at the girl’s unrestrained demeanor, Brian felt his worry was unnecessary. Considering her usual brilliance, The First Research Institute might not even be challenging enough for her!

"Why are you saying this too?" Sadam voiced slight discontent in protest.

Nathalie’s phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID nonchalantly and told the few people in the living room: "I’m heading back to my room."

"Ah, you’re going up so soon? How about we team up, play a few games? I could call Govert Griffin and the others..." Sadam noticed the girl’s statue-like side profile and thought, despite Nathalie’s nonchalant front, she actually minded being assigned to the 3rd-level laboratory, and actively suggested playing games together.

But Nathalie showed no intention of gaming: "I’ve got things to do, you guys play."

She said, walking upstairs.

Amadeus Yancey watched her ascending figure, a flicker in his eyes, and said in a deep, calm voice: "I’ll heat up a cup of milk for you later."

Nathalie seemed quite busy, responding lazily without turning back with an "Mm."

In a moment, she disappeared down the villa’s second-floor corridor.

As she left, Amadeus walked over to the sofa, nudging Sadam, who occupied most of it, with a foot: "Make some space."

"Damn." Sadam begrudgingly shifted, slightly nudged, to sit across from Brian Bonette.

Usually patient, Brian allowed him to take his spot, smiling as he glanced at Amadeus lounging on the single sofa, and gently pushed his glasses up: "Amadeus, do you want to check on The First Research Institute? To see why Ms. Quinlan ended up in a 3rd-level laboratory."

"No need." Amadeus, well aware of the internal workings of The First Research Institute, replied calmly: "It wasn’t surprising she ended up in a 3rd-level laboratory, she already guessed the outcome. The head of the 3rd-level lab is her friend, being assigned there isn’t necessarily a bad thing."

Brian had met Violetta Hoffman once before and knew she worked at The First Research Institute but wasn’t aware of her position there.

He assumed Nathalie’s friend was just an ordinary staff member at the institute.

Plus, Violetta seemed quite young.

Being the laboratory head hadn’t crossed his mind.

Upon hearing Amadeus say that Nathalie’s friend was in charge of the 3rd-level lab, he hesitated, furrowing his brow, "You mean the person we met that day...?"