He really couldn’t hold it anymore and, with both hands resting on the table, couldn’t help but mention to Nathalie Quinlan: "Nathalie, maybe you should find someone else to help you with that black powder secret. It’s not safe with me, what if I accidentally lose it..."

Sadam Vinson’s heart started racing at the thought.

His heart was pounding loudly.

He increasingly wanted to return the item to her: "In any case, it’s not safe with me."

Nathalie Quinlan had already eaten half a piece of bread; she placed the remaining small half back on the plate, and her distinct black pupils glanced at Sadam Vinson.

Seeing the circle of unavoidable dark circles under his eyelids, she extended her hand: "Then give it to me."

"Alright." Sadam Vinson, fearing she might regret, dashed back to his room to grab the black notebook for her.

Nathalie Quinlan casually took the notebook, pulled out a chair, and said to Sadam Vinson: "I’m going to put it in my room."

Sadam Vinson stared at her back as she got up, stunned for a few seconds, but couldn’t hold back his words: "Nathalie, aren’t you going to have Amadeus get you a safe or something?"

That’s the Kingsleys Family heirloom!

The Kingsleys Family black powder secret!

She just casually put it in her room?

The key is, most of the time she’s not even home...

Nathalie Quinlan weighed the hefty notebook in her hand, waved her hand dismissively without turning her head: "No need, it’s just an insignificant thing."

Sadam Vinson watched her back as she ascended the stairs, and after a long time managed to internally squeeze out a sentence:... Boss, actually, we could find it necessary!

*

These past two days, Amadeus Yancey wasn’t sure what he was busy with, leaving early in the morning and coming back late at night.

Nathalie Quinlan, having put down the notebook and finished breakfast, still hadn’t seen him.

She asked Sadam Vinson.

Sadam Vinson wasn’t sure what he was busy with either, just mentioned he left early in the morning.

Before leaving, Nathalie Quinlan took out her phone, hesitated about whether to send him a message, but after thinking about it, decided against it.

The First Research Institute required everyone to swipe their card by 8:30.

Nathalie Quinlan checked the time and straightforwardly headed to The First Research Institute.

She arrived at the institute at precisely 8:25.

Nathalie Quinlan first swiped her card, casually put on a Duckbill Cap, and with one hand in her pocket, walked in the direction of the level 8 laboratory.

The atmosphere at the level 8 laboratory was quite different today.

As if there was an undercurrent flowing beneath the calm surface.

When she arrived, Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan were already there.

Williansen Barness due to Mrs. Barness’ health matters took a leave in the morning, and would come in the afternoon.

"Nathalie." Agnes Baker saw her immediately and called her over.

Nathalie Quinlan saw the two of them too, and walked towards them.

Before she reached them, she heard a sarcastic voice from beside her: "Ha, they treat our level 8 laboratory as a playground, come if they want, don’t come if they don’t? Really think they’re something, huh."

Nathalie Quinlan’s steps paused, raised her brow sharply, and looked towards the person speaking.

The speaker was a chubby man with a round face; he was fat, but his facial features were crowded together, making his small eyes squeezed by the fat, giving him a rather mean appearance.

He was standing next to Leony Davidson.

Leony Davidson was organizing the data from their group’s experiment yesterday, and upon hearing, lifted her head, seemingly said something to the chubby guy.

However, the edges of her eyes and brows showed obvious disdain.

As if calling out her own person wasn’t because she thought he was wrong, but merely because Nathalie Quinlan and the others weren’t worthy of being mentioned by people in their level 8 laboratory.