Chapter 710: Chapter 710

Chapter 710:

Nearby, Annalise Sandoval, known for her popularity in the lab, observed Jodi’s efforts with poorly concealed amusement.

“Seriously, Jodi? Do you think that woman will actually teach you anything?”

Jodi didn’t even glance up.

“What I choose to do is none of your business. Why don’t you worry about yourself instead of sticking your nose into my affairs?”

Hearing this, Annalise’s smile faded into a scowl.

Clenching her fists, she snorted.

“Humph. You’ll regret it when you make a fool of yourself.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.

Either way, don’t interrupt me!” Jodi didn’t bother to look up.

“You…” Annalise’s face reddened in anger before she forced herself to appear calm, raising her head proudly.

“Listen, Jodi, you’d be better off asking me for help. I could at least keep you from being dead last.”

Jodi ignored her completely.

Fuming, Annalise slammed a file onto Jodi’s desk.

“Mr. Wagner!” Jodi called out to Bruce, who was in the adjacent room.

“Annalise is causing a disturbance in the lab.”

Annalise froze, scrambling for an excuse.

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“Mr. Wagner, it’s not what it looks like. I was just frustrated with Jodi. She messes up even the simplest tasks…”

Bruce entered, his gaze icy.

“Jodi, stop asking Annalise for help.

Don’t delay her experiments.”

“Understood,” Jodi replied calmly.

Annalise smirked triumphantly.

“See? Even Mr. Wagner knows you’re a waste of time.”

Jodi replied indifferently, returning to her work. This nonchalant response sent Annalise into a quiet rage.

But lab rules, enforced by Moses, were clear. One of them was that anyone caught causing trouble, regardless of their contributions, would face expulsion. Therefore, Annalise decided she would wait to deal with Jodi outside the lab. The team couldn’t afford to lose someone as valuable as her, at least that was what she told herself.

Meanwhile, Fleming ushered Harlee through multiple doorways, each fortified with sophisticated iris scanners, until they reached the threshold of the core department. Their journey wasn’t over yet.

A lengthy hallway stretched ahead before they could enter the department itself.

As they made their way down the corridor, Fleming glanced at Harlee, who appeared serene and composed.

A wave of worry washed over him.

“Harlee, are you really comfortable with them setting any question they like?” he questioned, his voice tinged with unease.

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