Chapter 409
Chapter 409:
He motioned for Yelena and Erica to follow, leading them out of the office.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Corbett turned to the girls, his voice low but calm. “Professor Hoffman is strict, no doubt about it. You’ll get used to him eventually. However p>
“However, what?” Erica asked, curiosity lighting up her face.
Corbett hesitated, his expression clouding as if recalling something unpleasant.
Before he could answer, a group of people approached from down the hall.
The moment Corbett saw them, his demeanor changed. His usual composure stiffened into something colder, more guarded.
The group drew closer, and among them was a girl whose smile sharpened as she spotted Corbett. “Oh, Corbett,” she called out, her tone dripping with mock cheer. “Here to see Hoffman again, I see? How’s it going? Didn’t you once brag about how excellent you were and how you’d achieve greatness in his research group p>
Corbett snorted, his voice tight with irritation. “What I do is none of your business p>
“Corbett, why are you underestimating yourself?” the girl taunted, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Hoffman only cares about his research. He doesn’t lift a finger for his students. You’re just doing his grunt work. You’d be better off aligning with me p>
Corbett met her gaze with a steely glare. “Brinley Garcia, not everyone is driven by vanity and shallow ambitions like you,” he retorted. “I’m committed to working with Professor Hoffman, and it’s none of your concern p>
Brinley smirked, a mocking glint in her eyes.
“Very well. We’ll see how that turns out,” she replied coolly.
As she and her entourage sauntered past, they cast disdainful looks at Corbett, Yelena, and Erica.
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Just as they were passing Roland’s office, Brinley inexplicably stumbled, dropping to her knees right at his doorstep.
At that moment, the office door opened. Roland stepped out, his sharp gaze taking in the scene. A slight frown crossed his face as he glanced at Brinley kneeling before him.
Without a word, he gave her a cold, indifferent look and walked away.
Brinley was helped up from the floor by her companion. “Brinley, are you alright? What made you suddenly drop to your knees like that p>
Brinley shook her head, her face shadowed with uncertainty. She had no clue what had come over her. One moment, she was fine, and the next, a sharp pain in her leg buckled her, sending her to the floor.
It was unsettling, to say the least.
“I’m fine. Let’s just go,” she murmured, brushing off her companion’s concern.
As Brinley and her group walked away, Corbett watched her retreating figure and spat, “Traitor p>
Erica’s curiosity burned, but she hesitated, too timid to probe further.
Corbett, however, seemed in no mood to elaborate. Muttering under his breath, he led Yelena and Erica back to the lab. Once inside, Corbett got straight to business. “Ladies, Professor Hoffman dumped another stack of data on me to sort out, but I’m already behind with yesterday’s pile. Can you take care of what’s left? I’ll start on the new stuff p>
Corbett wasn’t the type to micromanage. After rattling off his request, he plopped down and got to work, barely sparing a thought for whether Yelena or Erica even knew where to begin.
Erica, meanwhile, felt like her brain was doing backflips.
Though she was a senior student, the documents on the table were way out of her league. They were jam-packed with complex data and calculations that made textbook problems look like child’s play.
But what could she do? This wasn’t classroom theory—it was the real deal, the kind of stuff that blended formulas and concepts in ways she hadn’t imagined.
Left with no choice, Erica turned to Yelena, her wide-eyed expression practically screaming, “Save me p>