BossNovelChapter 527
"Chubby? Chubs?!"
Mamie was truly fuming, but before she could roll up her sleeves and let loose, Scales had already beaten her to
the punch-
"Who let you guys in? Our lab doesn't welctwo-legged beasts. If you know what's good for you, scram
before we have to get physical." "Who the hell are you calling names?!" Slater was red in the face, veins bulging
with anger.
Scales responded with a nonchalant drawl: "Whoever responds, | guess. Looks like we've got a beast quick to
claim their title, huh?"
"ou."
Sybil scoffed coldly: "Proud of yourselves? The entire institute is fine, but your lab's the one needing an overhaul.
Embarrassing much? And still, you talk tough!"
"I heard the fire safety overhaul alone could take months, tsk tsk... Such a shame, seems like you'll be without a
lab for a good while. So what if you published in 'Science'? Doesn't mean the faculty values you any less. Why
the arrogance?"
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Roseanne chuckled: "I didn't want to say anything at first, afraid you couldn't handle it. But then | thought, being
kind to beasts is just being cruel to oneself. Suddenly, | didn't feel so burdened."
"Yeah, so what if | published in 'Science'? You haven't even published there, have you? Must be eating you up
inside. Sadly, academic prowess isn't something you can just envy into existence. If you can't, you just can't. No
matter how sharp your tongue is, right?" "You-"
Roseanne gave her a once-over: "I've always been curious. With you always loafing around, joining every bit of
, where do you find the tfor research and writing papers? Anyone with actual academic output is
practically living in the lab. And there you are, the most leisurely of all, makes one wonder..."
She paused, capturing Sybil's microexpression, "Are those papers really your work?"
"What are you insinuating?! You only seewhen I'm free, what about all the times I'm rushing in the lab..."
Roseanne interjected: "Rushing, or just playing on your phone?"
"I've conducted numerous experiments, produced so many reports..."
Roseanne pressed: "Then tell me, what are the POT parameters on the C-xp coordinate display? What's the
domain? The range of parameters?" Sybil was lost: "..."
She heard every word, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Roseanne continued: "You don't even know these basic operations, and you claim to have done ‘numerous
experiments'? Produced 'many reports'?" Sybil's alarm bells were ringing, especially under Roseanne's
scrutinizing gaze, as if peering into her very secrets.
"l-I'm not wasting my targuing!
Just
Ow you have a week to clear
out. After the renovation, this lab
300
might not even be yours alore!"
With that, she turned and left, her departure tinged with a hint of panic.
Slater was baffled: "Just like that... she's gone?"
They had vowed to show them, but it ended so abruptly?
"lI won't stoop to your level today, but mark my words, you'll see!" Slater huffed and hurried after Sybil.
The intruders were gone, but the trio's mood hadn't lightened.
Mamie pondered: "From what Sybil hinted, even if we pass the
renovation inspection, they've got t
other schemes to claim the lab, Maybe it's better not to renovate at all. Better to crash and burn than to hand it
over!"
Scales considered: "First things first, we need to find somewhere else to work. Maybe we could ask around othe
research groups? Or even rent sspace, we can pay."
Mamie shook her head: "Sounds feasible, but it's easier said than done. Who'd lend their lab to us?"
They were neither friends nor family; nobody was that desperate for cash.
"If you don't mind, you can use my lab."
A magnetic voice suddenly filled the space.
All three turned towards the door in unison.
And the next second, Mamie gasped: "Mr. Reynolds?!"
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