Chapter 2047: Chapter 2047: The Old Lady Already Thought of a Gift

"...You mean you wouldn’t mind if you’re excluded by others?"

Nicholas Fuller’s aging voice was mixed with humor, clearly not worried that the girl couldn’t handle these minor situations: "If I accompany you, they might not dare to trouble you out of respect for me."

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids: "No need. I’m used to being alone, if they want to exclude me, so be it, I don’t mind."

Nicholas finally chuckled lightly: "Alright, I won’t go then. Remember to report to the laboratory tomorrow."

"Mm."

Nathalie hung up the phone.

She didn’t rush to put down the phone, instead sat on the sofa thinking for a moment, editing a message back to Wincent Sullivan.

After replying to Wincent Sullivan, she opened the group chat of Team 10. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Agnes Baker had given their group chat a quirky name, called [A Bunch of Gluttons].

A minute later.

The [A Bunch of Gluttons] group had a new message.

The group only has 4 people.

The other three hadn’t set message alerts to ’Do Not Disturb’ mode.

So the new group message, like other messages, had a ringtone reminder.

Wincent Sullivan had just seen the message Nathalie sent him, saying she’d find time another day.

Mrs. Sullivan had been waiting until now.

It was only when Wincent Sullivan showed her the WhatsApp chat interface with Nathalie, did she feel satisfied. She then asked him to send a "good, we’ll wait for Nathalie’s timing" message.

Then the old lady noticed they had a group where Nathalie was also speaking and urged him to take a look.

Wincent Sullivan had a splitting headache, unable to understand why his grandmother was suddenly so interested in Nathalie, but saw it as a good thing, so he complied with the old lady and opened the WhatsApp group chat.

[Q: I’ll enter the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow.]

"Entering the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow?" Mrs. Sullivan looked puzzled, turning to ask Wincent Sullivan, "Don’t you all go to the Level 8 laboratory every day?"

"I don’t know either." Wincent Sullivan shook his head, equally bewildered.

They were still pondering what Nathalie’s message meant.

Someone in the group had already straightforwardly asked.

[Plump and Round: Nathalie, you’re online! I didn’t dare disturb you, fearing you might be sleeping.]

[Plump and Round: You’re entering the Level 8 laboratory tomorrow? What do you mean? Don’t we all go to the Level 8 laboratory every day?]

[Williansen: ?]

Williansen Barness’s style remained as simple and clear as always.

A few seconds later.

Nathalie replied in the group with a new message.

[Q: Not the same. Tomorrow I will enter the Level 8 laboratory, just like Harvey Cadorette and the others.]

"Like Harvey Senior?" Wincent Sullivan saw the messages in the group and was slightly stunned. Then he turned to Mrs. Sullivan: "Could it be that she is becoming an official member of the Level 8 laboratory?!"

Wincent Sullivan himself was shocked at how unbelievable it sounded.

"You said she entered the Level 8 laboratory???" Mrs. Sullivan was equally amazed, then she reacted, gasped, and leaning on her cane, couldn’t help but have a smile creep on her well-maintained face: "Good, good!"

She said "good" twice, seemingly without doubting the authenticity of the news, leaving Wincent Sullivan behind, already impatiently saying.

"I’ll go see what suitable gifts are in the storeroom, you later bring them to Ms. Quinlan for me."

Wincent Sullivan watched her rush off to arrange the celebratory gift.

For a moment, he couldn’t even call her back in time.

He could only watch his grandmother stride energetically, more vigorous than the young, turned away calling the butler to go along disappearing from view.

Wincent Sullivan turned back to look at his phone again.