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Chapter 350 "Oh, okay," Melody replied.
Nyla looked away, her expression calm. "Let's go." Even after they left the venue, Melody remained visibly excited. Nyla, thank you so much for today! After listening to the conference, I'm even more determined to pursue a career in drug research." Seeing Melody's flushed cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes, Nyla couldn't help but smile. "What made you suddenly think of this?" Previously, when their experiments kept failing, Melody had been noticeably down for a few days, feeling frustrated. Nyla had feared she might give up, but Melody persisted and now seemed even more committed to this path.
"I heard Caroline say that their experiments failed over a thousand times, but they still kept going. I think that's amazing. I want to be like them-standing up there someday, sharing my experiences," Melody gushed.
She looked a little embarrassed at this point. "I've never really stuck with anything before. Now I want to commit to drug research." Nyla nodded. "As long as you've thought it through." "Nyla, lettreat you to lunch later as a thank-you for bringingto the conference," Melody offered.
"No need. I have another appointment," Nyla declined.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Okay, then," Melody conceded.
After Melody left, Nyla went straight to the parking lot to wait for Caroline in her car.
+25 BONUS It took more than half an hour for Caroline and Damon's group to finish their conversation at the venue.
As Caroline walked to the parking lot, texting Nyla, she unexpectedly ran into Damon's group again at the elevator.
Rebecca spoke gently with a smile. “Ms. Lovell, we're heading out for lunch. If you're free, would you like to join us?" After reading Nyla's message, Caroline put away her phone and looked at Rebecca. "Thanks for the invitation, Ms. Austen, but I already have plans for lunch." A flash of disappointment crossed Rebecca's face, as if she regretted missing out. "Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping to chat with you more. I feel like we get along and would like to be friends." Caroline didn't believe Rebecca genuinely wanted to be friends. Her real motive was likely that Caroline's drug research might help with her illness.
"I'm usually busy with experiments, but if you need anything, you can always message me. I'll reply when I can," Caroline said.
"I will, as long as I'm not bothering you," Rebecca replied.
"Not at all," Caroline assured her.
As they spoke, the elevator arrived. They all stepped inside, and Caroline pressed the button for the basement level.
Rebecca continued chatting with Caroline about drug development.
Soon, the elevator doors opened again.
Rebecca's smile froze when she saw the person standing outside.
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Nyla hadn't expected Caroline to be with Damon and the others, andm surprise flashed in her eyes. However, she quickly regained her composure. Damon, who had been wearing an indifferent expression, was about to say something when Caroline walked over to Nyla.
"Nyla, have you been waiting long?" Caroline asked.
Nyla smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. Shall we go?"
"Sure," Caroline said, turning back to Damon and his group. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Preston, Ms Austen, r'il be going now. Maybe we can have lunch together sother time." Before Damon could respond, Rebecca spoke slowly. "Ms. Lovell, I didn't know you knew Ms. Jayston.
Caroline paused for a moment. "Nyla is my junior from university. We're pretty close Why? Do you know each other?" Rebecca's smile was slightly forced, her gaze holding a hint of something unreadable. "Well... not really."