Harvey Cadorette also didn’t dare to casually arrange for her.

It was obvious to anyone that Leony Davidson and the other members of Level 8 Lab were excluding the newly arrived rookie Nathalie Quinlan. Even if he spoke up to find someone for her, most likely no one would be willing to take her on.

Harvey Cadorette was extremely troubled: "Nathalie, how about this, you just follow me as usual and watch me do the experiments?"

He also brought this up at lunch when he was eating with Denny Harrison, Agnes Baker, and Wincent Sullivan. But in the end, he was just a team leader. The final decision regarding Nathalie’s arrangement had to be made by Orson Saban. He couldn’t decide it.

He was in the middle of speaking.

Orson Saban came in from outside.

As soon as Leony Davidson saw Orson Saban enter the lab, she immediately picked up the organized experimental data and went over: "Tutor, the experiment I was responsible for, we’ve organized the data. Do you have time to take a look?"

Nathalie also noticed the commotion over there.

She turned her head to look, just in time to see a man in his fifties enter. The man was dressed in a suit, appearing to be very meticulous, with a typically quiet demeanor.

Orson Saban didn’t take the experimental data handed over by Leony Davidson but instead glanced at it and said calmly, "Put the data on my desk, I’ll look at it later."

As he spoke, he bypassed Leony Davidson and walked toward Harvey Cadorette and Nathalie Quinlan.

Harvey Cadorette instinctively reassured Nathalie quietly: "It’s just as well that the teacher is here, I’ll ask him about it for you later."

Nathalie furrowed her brows, the black hair hanging down covered her brow line, and her aura was a bit uncontrollably tense.

However, she still took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger brewing inside. She told herself in her heart that she had come through the back door, so it was normal not to be welcomed by these people.

But it was rare for Nathalie to encounter such a situation. In the past, she could completely walk away, but this time she couldn’t.

If she had enough time, she wouldn’t have taken Nicholas Fuller’s path, but unfortunately, she had only a year’s leave from her studies.

The last semester had already passed, and counting the next semester, there was only half a semester left.

She was too pressed for time.

...

Orson Saban walked over.

The gazes of the people in the Level 8 Lab followed him as he moved.

The chubby kid beside Leony Davidson whispered, "The tutor isn’t going over to find that Nathalie, is he?"

"Ha, how could that be?" Leony Davidson’s raised eyebrows revealed a hidden sharpness, her tone dismissive and disdainful: "Didn’t you see Harvey is also there? The teacher must be going to discuss the semiconductor experiment with him."

She had been in the Level 8 Lab long enough to see that Orson Saban was quite displeased with the ’parachuted’ newcomer.

She crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips, ready to watch the situation unfold.

Orson Saban quickly arrived in front of Nathalie Quinlan and Harvey Cadorette, his gaze first landing on Harvey Cadorette for a second.

Harvey Cadorette was very perceptive, respectfully saying, "Teacher."

"Mm." Orson Saban responded.

Within a second, he turned his gaze to Nathalie standing beside him.

Orson Saban seemed to think of something, his eyes darkening, furrowing his brows slightly, and in a low voice, he asked Nathalie: "What is your research focus?"

Nathalie raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "Weapon manufacturing and black gunpowder."

"Mm." Orson Saban nodded again, not revealing what he was thinking, as he fell into contemplation.

He wasn’t speaking, so Nathalie didn’t rush to speak either.

The expressions of the others became nuanced.

Because everyone noticed that Orson Saban’s attitude toward Nathalie had changed, at least not as cold as it was in the morning when he didn’t even come!