On the other side, in the Level 8 laboratory.

Agnes Baker took a nap next door at noon, and still went to the laboratory on time at 2:30 in the afternoon. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Her treatment was the same as in the morning, with almost everyone in the Level 8 laboratory ignoring her.

Harvey Cadorette, Denny Harrison, and others were busy and had no time to pay attention to her.

A group led by Leony Davidson disdained acknowledging her and didn’t even spare her a glance.

Agnes was content with her freedom.

She didn’t have the ambitions of Williansen Barness or the family responsibilities of Wincent Sullivan, coupled with her naturally carefree personality.

Therefore, she didn’t care at all about the obvious coldness she faced.

She didn’t mind at all, found a corner, and sat alone playing on her phone.

Her ’lack of ambition’ was especially irksome to Leony Davidson.

"Look at her slacking off again."

A person next to Leony, eager to curry favor with the Great Families, noticed Leony’s dislike for the rookies of Group 10 and sneered, nodding towards Agnes who was sitting on the side playing on her phone.

Leony set down the laboratory apparatus in her hand, her eyes slightly arrogant, and said indifferently, "Why bother with her. She’s not one of us anyway, just pretend not to see."

"True."

"They’ll never enter the Level 8 laboratory in their lifetime."

A hint of mockery flashed in Leony’s eyes, but she didn’t respond.

In her heart, she didn’t agree.

Agnes Baker, Nathalie Quinlan, and others couldn’t possibly progress to the Level 8 laboratory, could they?

The highest achievement they could hope for in their lifetime might be a Level 3 laboratory or a Level 4 laboratory, and even the Level 5 laboratory where Zevaney Kingsley was located was a height they couldn’t reach.

So they couldn’t possibly dream of entering the Level 8 laboratory.

...

Agnes didn’t know that while she was playing on her phone, someone was speaking ill of her behind her back.

But she didn’t care.

At this moment, she was completely immersed in shock.

Like Wincent Sullivan and Williansen Barness, she held her phone in disbelief for a long time, not knowing what to say.

At this moment.

Nathalie Quinlan sent another message.

[Q: I’ll go in first, and bring you along if there’s a chance.]

Agnes was so shocked her jaw almost dropped, never mind the occasion, she clutched her phone exclaiming repeatedly, "Oh my god, oh my god!"

What is this?

She was going crazy.

Were their group members going to enter the Level 8 laboratory as official members?

Nathalie Quinlan surely wasn’t kidding.

The First Research Institute had never set this precedent.

Her strange cries, quite loud, at least disturbed Leony Davidson and the others.

Leony frowned more displeased, placing the apparatus in her hand harshly on the table, silently reminding Agnes to quiet down.

Just at this moment.

Someone came in from outside.

"Professor."

"Tutor."

"Teacher."

The people in the Level 8 laboratory were invigorated, and Leony didn’t have time to fuss with Agnes.

The person who came in from outside was Orson Saban!

Orson, still stern, was dressed in a suit, his face showing no good expression, seemingly in a bad mood.

Harvey Cadorette, who had a good relationship with him, took off his experimental gloves, walked over to him, and asked, "Sir, didn’t you say you would come tomorrow?"

"Hmm, something came up, so I decided to drop by." Orson’s gaze swept around the laboratory and landed on Agnes.

He stared at Agnes for quite a few moments.

The people in the Level 8 laboratory, including Leony Davidson, also couldn’t help but look at Agnes, seemingly trying to see what was going on.

This made Agnes stand up nervously.

Luckily, Harvey Cadorette came to her rescue: "Sir, she is a member of Group 10 visiting our laboratory, also part of The First Research Institute. Junior sister, Agnes Baker."