Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 527

"Chubby? Chubs?!"

Mamie was truly fuming, but before she could roll up her sleeves and let loose, Scales had already beaten her to the punch-

"Who let you guys in? Our lab doesn't welcome two-legged beasts. If you know what's good for you, scram before we have to get physical." "Who the hell are you calling names?!" Slater was red in the face, veins bulging with anger.

Scales responded with a nonchalant drawl: "Whoever responds, I guess. Looks like we've got a beast quick to claim their title, huh?"

"You-"

Sybil scoffed coldly: "Proud of yourselves? The entire institute is fine, but your lab's the one needing an overhaul. Embarrassing much? And still, you talk tough!"

"I heard the fire safety overhaul alone could take months, tsk tsk... Such a shame, seems like you'll be without a lab for a good while. So what if you published in 'Science'? Doesn't mean the faculty values you any less. Why the arrogance?"

Roseanne chuckled: "I didn't want to say anything at first, afraid you couldn't handle it. But then I thought, being kind to beasts is just being cruel to oneself. Suddenly, I didn't feel so burdened."

"Yeah, so what if I published in 'Science'? You haven't even published there, have you? Must be eating you up inside. Sadly, academic prowess isn't something you can just envy into existence. If you can't, you just can't. No matter how sharp your tongue is, right?" "You-"

Roseanne gave her a once-over: "I've always been curious. With you always loafing around, joining every bit of drama, where do you find the time for research and writing papers? Anyone with actual academic output is practically living in the lab. And there you are, the most leisurely of all, makes one wonder..."

paused, capturing Sybil's microexpression, "Are those

free, what about all the times I'm rushing in the

"Rushing, or just playing on

numerous experiments, produced so many

POT parameters on the C-xp

heard every word, but couldn't make heads or

have done 'numerous experiments'? Produced 'many reports'?" Sybil's alarm bells were

not wasting my

Just

a week to

After the

зля

not even

that, she turned and left, her departure tinged with a hint

was baffled: "Just

show them,

your level today, but mark my words, you'll see!" Slater

were gone, but the trio's mood hadn't