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    His tone was calm and steady, almost casual. “Use myb. I’ve got an extra incubator.”


    Both Elbert and Ste blinked, caught off guard by his generosity. The offer came out of nowhere, but there was no time to hesitate—they quickly followed him.


    Back in the second-tierb, Allen stood by the door, pretending to be cleaning up.


    But in truth, he was listening for any begging or pleading from Ste’s team.


    Last time, they had embarrassed him greatly, and he wasn’t going to let it go easily.


    But to his surprise, William showed up and offered help—again. Always bailing Sylvia out. They were really lucky.


    William’s privateb was spacious and pristine, every piece of equipment spotless and well-organized.


    Ste gently ced the incubator on the rack and turned to thank him. “Thank you, Mr. Briggs.”


    William raised an eyebrow, voice light. “Consider it repayment for that meal you treated me tost time.”


    Ste paused. That dinner hadn’t even cost one-fifty, but the value of these samples was several times more.


    Still, she was used to William’s quirks and didn’t argue.


    William had other matters to attend to in the afternoon, so Elbert and Ste left theb.


    Back at theirb, Sandra rushed up to them, eyes wide with worry. “What happened? Did you find a ce for the samples?”


    Jamir and even Cecelia were watching quietly from a distance, pretending not to care but clearly listening in.


    Elbert nodded with a relieved smile. “It’s all settled—we’ve got an incubator.”


    Everyone let out a collective sigh.


    Ste turned to Sandra with a calm but serious tone. “Next time, pay more attention to observing the samples’ behavior. You can’t afford to be this careless again.”


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    Sandra nodded quickly, remorseful. “Got it, Sylvia. I promise it won’t happen again!”


    By dinner time, Sandra had perked up again and grabbed Ste to go line up for food. “I heard tonight’s menu’s amazing. Sylvia, my treat!”


    “Slow down,” Ste said with a chuckle, trying to keep up.


    But just as she spoke, someone bumped into her, and a cold ssh hit her chest.


    Cecelia stood nearby, tray in hand, giving Ste a look of pure disdain. “Are you blind?”


    Even though Cecelia had clearly knocked into her and spilled the soup, she acted as if it were Ste’s fault.


    Sandra immediately snapped, “It was clearly your fault!”


    “You came into my way first,” Cecelia saidzily, rolling her eyes and walking off like nothing had happened.


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