"I brought the latest high-end equipment imported straight from the United Realmon States. Just say the word, and I'll donate it all to your team, no strings attached."
Inside the lab.
Lydia and the others paused their work, glancing toward the door.
"Who left the door open?"
"Why won't that jerk leave us alone? He actually followed us to the lab."
They frowned at the sight of Adrian standing just outside, his chin tilted up, waiting for them to rush out and worship him for offering his so-called "top-tier equipment."
They all rolled their eyes.
And couldn't be bothered to entertain him.
Did this jerk seriously think he was some billionaire benefactor?
Striking a pose like that?
Before posing, shouldn't he look in a mirror to see if he even pulled it off?
Covered in greasy stains.
He just looked slimy and ridiculous.
The team lowered their heads and got back to work.
Vanessa marched straight to the doors and reached out to pull them shut.
"Serena!" Seeing this, Adrian's expression darkened once again.
He took two hasty steps forward, reaching out to stop the doors from closing. "Serena, listen to me. Stop holding onto this pathetic pride of yours."
"If you're doing research, you should know how crucial top-tier equipment is!"
Lydia suddenly burst into laughter, looking at him like he was an idiot. "Our equipment is scrap metal? You uncultured hillbilly, do you even know what you're looking at?"
"Your gear is the real scrap metal, and you think you can swap it for our top-tier machines?"
"Do you even know what top-tier means?"
"You don't know shit! Get out of here and stop begging for attention. Just looking at you makes me feel like our lab is getting contaminated by grease!"
Having said her piece.
Lydia and Vanessa exchanged a look.
They shoved with all their might.
The lab doors slammed shut with a heavy thud.
Almost smashing right into Adrian's face.

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