Chapter 405
Chapter 405:
The jab landed hard, and Sonya’s temper boiled over. She let out an exasperated scream. “Ahhh p>
Yelena, already predicting the outburst, had warned Erica beforehand to cover her ears. She then turned to her friend and said, “Ignore her. Let’s go.” The two headed toward Roland’s lab, but to Yelena’s annoyance, Sonya shamelessly followed them.
Yelena decided to let her antics slide—for now.
Reaching the lab door, Yelena knocked, but there was no response. Through the glass, she spotted someone inside, slumped over and napping.
Sonya, peeking over Yelena’s shoulder, burst into mocking laughter. “See that? That’s what you get with a lousy professor. Like attracts like p>
Her smugness was short-lived. Yelena casually raised her phone, the screen clearly recording.
Sonya’s grin froze as her expression turned stormy. Yelena said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness, “Sonya, you should really watch your mouth. If I send this video of you insulting a professor to the management, how do you think they’d react p>
Sonya’s face turned pale, then red with fury. She lunged at Yelena, trying to snatch the phone, but Yelena was too quick. She smoothly slipped the phone into her pocket and stepped back, her movements unhurried.
As Sonya advanced, Yelena casually stretched out her foot. Sonya, too fixated on the phone, failed to notice the obstacle and stumbled, landing flat on her face with a loud thud.
Rage burned in Sonya’s eyes as she scrambled to her feet. “Yelena, just you wait!” she hissed before storming off, her face flushed with humiliation.
Erica glanced at Yelena with curiosity. “Who was that crazy woman p>
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Yelena shrugged nonchalantly. “Probably someone who escaped from a mental hospital p>
The matter-of-fact tone and serious expression on Yelena’s face sent Erica into a fit of laughter.
Their brief exchange was enough to stir the person inside the lab.
The man slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman standing outside.
The moment his gaze landed on Yelena, all traces of sleep vanished. He blinked, adjusting his glasses, and straightened up as if jolted by electricity.
“Do you two need something here?” he asked, his voice still laced with grogginess but tinged with curiosity.
Yelena studied the man in the plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses. He looked tired, his hair slightly disheveled. From her research, she realized he must be Corbett Patel, one of Roland’s graduate students.
“Hello,” Yelena said smoothly. “I’m Yelena Roberts, and this is my friend Erica Dury p>
Corbett’s brows furrowed momentarily as he searched his memory. “Yelena?” he repeated, the name tugging at a distant thought. Then it clicked. “Oh, you’re the one who signed up for Professor Hoffman’s program! The one everyone calls—” He stopped abruptly, realizing he was about to say something terribly impolite. His eyes flicked back to Yelena, taking in her sharp features and composed demeanor. The so-called “fool” was, to his surprise, stunning. Thank goodness he hadn’t finished that sentence.
Yelena didn’t miss his hesitation and smirked slightly. “Not anymore,” she said.
Corbett blinked in confusion. “Not anymore? What do you mean p>
Yelena gestured toward Erica. “My friend here is interested in joining Professor Hoffman’s project as well. If possible, she’d like to be part of it p>
Corbett’s eyes lit up as he turned toward Erica. He hadn’t expected anyone else to sign up for Roland’s group, much less another junior.
Another—well, not a fool—another promising young mind. Surrounded by two beautiful juniors? This was shaping up to be the highlight of his academic career.
“Come in, please,” he said eagerly, stepping aside. “It’s chilly in the hallway. Oh, and I’m Corbett Patel, by the way p>