Zane listened to Mr. Calvin, his brow furrowing slightly as he coolly replied, "Mentoring newbies isn''t a bad thing."


    Calvin, uninterested in discussing irrelevant matters, thought for a few seconds before saying seriously, "Didn''t Mege up with three proposals? All of them failed?"


    "Yeah, none of them even hit the basic 60%patibility. There''s clearly a problem with her molecr form," Zane responded, his tone matter-of-fact.


    Calvin frowned, "That can''t be right. I reviewed that form, and each step seemed fine."


    "Well, theputer analysis shows otherwise," Zane said, still indifferent.


    Calvin looked at Zane again, something else evident in his gaze.


    Zane''s lips twitched slightly. "You don''t need to look at me like that. I''m not bored enough to joke about a student''s experiment."


    Calvin''s expression turned momentarily awkward. He coughed and pressed the elevator button again. "Alright, I''m going to grab something from theb. Let''s drop this."


    Zane hummed softly, and as Calvin stepped into the elevator, he turned to him again. "By the way, Mr. Calvin, about the funds our department lentst time, when will they be returned?"


    Calvin paused, finger hovering over the button, and looked up with impatience. "Your department doesn''t have a research project. Why do you even need those funds?"


    Zane''s fingers clenched slightly, his voice firm. "Even without a research project, those funds belong to our department."


    Calvin scoffed, "I really don''t want to argue about this. If you haveints, go talk to Mr. Belcher."


    With that, he pressed the close button.


    What a joke, always thinking about that money without contributing anything.


    Zane watched the elevator doors close and, after a long moment, walked away with heavy steps.


    **


    After leaving theb building, Mirabe didn''t return to her department but headed straight for the east campus gate.


    A nondescript ck sedan was parked by the roadside just outside the gate, with


    a man standing next to it, his gaze fixed on the entrance of Prestige College.


    Seeing Mirabee out, he took out his phone and called her, then waved.


    Mirabe walked towards him.


    "Ms. Mirabe," he greeted her with a smile as she approached, his manner filled with subconscious respect.


    A top-notch medic, this year''s valedictorian at Prestige College, and closely linked with the influential Shepherd family-she was a force to be reckoned with.


    Mirabe nodded politely. "Sorry, I was in ss. Hope you weren''t waiting too long."


    Johnny opened the car''s rear door for her while replying, "Not at all. I wasn''t busy anyway, so waiting''s no problem."


    Mirabe acknowledged with a hum and got into the car.


    After closing the door for her, Johnny moved to the driver''s seat. ncing in the rearview mirror, he thought for a moment before exining, "Mr. Owen can''t be seen in public right now, so he asked me to pick you up."


    Mirabe''s eyebrows raised slightly. Understanding Owen''s situation, she nodded, "Got it."