?Chapter 278:
The Research Institute
“I’ll return in approximately thirty minutes. Could you make a reservation for a meal in the meantime?” Norah removed her white coat and tossed it into theundry basket. Theb underwent regr cleaning, so she only needed to tidy up her work.
Norah hadpleted her tasks for the day and would resume tomorrow. She needed to produce a specific quantity before heading home.
“Sure, I’ll await your return,” Sean replied.
In the car, Phillip was truly perplexed, asking, “Mr. Scott, why refrain from inquiring about Miss Wilson’s whereabouts? Also, why not express your concern to her?”
Sean merely mentioned he was off duty when he answered the phone, causing Phillip considerable anxiety. Phillip and Kelvin were acutely aware of Sean’s recent agitation.
While Sean conversed on the phone, Phillip messaged Kelvin, urging him to bring the team back and avoid the Breaker’s station. The Breaker had nothing to do with Norah’s previous failure to pick up Sean’s phone until recently. With Norah located, Kelvin’s actions against the Breaker became unnecessary.
“As long as I’m assured of Norah’s safety, nothing else matters.” Sean’s voice resonated within the car as he bowed his head, rubbing his phone.
Before their rtionship, Norah possessed independence.
She managed her time without the need for constant updates. It was just that he couldn’t shake off his concern for her. Perhaps things would improve once they returned home. Abroad, numerous unknown and perilous factors loomed. He fretted over the possibility of harm befalling Norah.
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Norah ended the call, stashed her phone in her bag, donned her mask, and pushed open theb door. Two male researchers waited for her outside the door. Upon her emergence, they greeted her with evident enthusiasm.
“Ah! You’re the Supernatural Doctor, correct?”
Norah promptly stepped back. “What brings you to me?”
The senior researcher quickly gestured and stepped back. “Supernatural Doctor, I bear no ill will. I’m the director of this research institute.”
Despite owning thisb for several years, Norah had never interacted with the research institute’s director. Preferring solitude, she avoided interactions with outsiders and remained unfamiliar with all the research staff at the institute.
The director disyed his identification badge on his chest to verify his identity. “I’m Shelton Davis, director of this research institute. Upon learning of your presence, I feltpelled to extend my greetings.”
Shelton, in his office sorting materials, received a report of an innermostboratory being essed. Hastening to the scene, he stood sentinel, nearly all afternoon, until theb’s door was unlocked. Despite the fatigue, his dedication remained steadfast, fueled by deference to Norah, known as the Supernatural Doctor.
Despite Shelton’s hospitable demeanor, Norah sensed a hidden agenda. Crossing her arms, she inquired icily, “Is there anything else? I’m pressed for time.”
Shelton’s anxiety intensified. The hours he spent waiting weren’t fueled by eagerness for the Supernatural Doctor’s hasty exit. “Well, Supernatural Doctor, I’m aware of your significant aplishments in pharmaceuticals. May I pose a few inquiries?”
Shelton’s assistant timely passed him the research materials, which he promptly presented to Norah. Shelton remained confident that the data from these studies wouldn’t bepromised upon sharing it with Norah. He hadpiled the information himself earlier in the afternoon.
This information specifically addressed the longstanding difficulties they had encountered in their current research project, underscoring the depth of their challenges and the need for expert guidance. Shelton had learned that the Supernatural Doctor possessed not only formidable medical prowess but also exceptional pharmaceutical expertise. The issues troubling them appeared trivial from the Supernatural Doctor’s perspective. With her guidance, the research process could undoubtedly be expedited.
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