Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 569

Sybil couldn't help but feel intimidated by Mamie's presence, her gaze now laced with a hint of fear. With her robust build, Mamie surely packed a punch. How much would it hurt to be hit by her?

In a brisk move, she nudged Slater forward, chiding, "Hiding behind a girl, really? How brave of you!"

Slater was left speechless.

Hertha stood by, arms crossed, cutting through the tension, "Enough, remember why we came here today. Let's get down to business."

Then, turning to Roseanne, she reached out her hand, "Let's make this quick, hand over the lab keys. Holding onto them won't do you any good."

Roseanne responded with a slight smile, "Sorry, but I really can't give you the keys."

Hertha's brows furrowed in annoyance, "You seem to be misunderstanding the situation. It's not about whether you want to or not, you have to give them up! According to the lab renovation policies, a lab under renovation is not to be used, and students shouldn't have the keys. They must be kept by a supervisor or returned to the administration office."

Roseanne retorted, "You seem well-versed in the rules and regulations."

With a scoff and a slight lift of her chin, Hertha pressed, "Since you're aware it's the regulation, be sensible and hand them over."

"I do intend to hand them over, but why to you? Who are you to me? My supervisor, or an administration

day before, Edna had summoned her to the office, subtly insisting that she must obtain

didn't see the

so special

the fact that inside this seemingly unremarkable lab

impossible for Roseanne and her team

thinking about how to suck blood from others. They're not satisfied with what's in their bowl, always eyeing what's in the pot, wishing they could scoop it all into their

felt a sting from Mamie's sarcasm,

Truth be told...

with Edna's greedy tactics, even found them

as a lady of significant wealth, what couldn't she buy?

goods, was

distaste, she had to follow through. Her academic future and graduation depended on Edna's

cut to the chase, "I'm here for the keys, not to

sorry to say you're too late," Roseanne casually replied, "I've

Regulations', Article 7, and handed the keys

this "supervisor" wasn't Madeleine. The dear

in Australia and resting for five days, she was off again to the