Agnes Baker originally looked unwilling, but hearing this, she deflated all at once and no longer insisted. She nodded, "I understand, I’ll explain to Harvey and the other guys."

She’s not dumb.

She wouldn’t tell Harvey Cadorette and the people from the Level 8 laboratory anything like Williansen Barness is missing. She would just find an excuse to ask for leave on behalf of Nathalie Quinlan and them.

Wincent Sullivan has been in the same group with her for nearly four years, knowing that Agnes Baker is stronger in interpersonal relationships than both him and Williansen Barness. It’s just that Agnes Baker never really cares about anything, unwilling to get involved in the various power struggles within the research institute, which is why she seems so unremarkable there.

At this moment, seeing Agnes Baker immediately understand his meaning and no longer tangled about whether to follow, he could relax.

Wincent Sullivan gently patted Agnes Baker’s shoulder, silently soothing her emotions. Then he turned to the girl, full of solemnity and seriousness, "Nathalie Quinlan, let’s go."

Nathalie Quinlan had already packed her laptop into her single shoulder bag, slowly zipped it up, and only then replied with an ’mm’.

She tidied up her belongings, told Agnes Baker a word, and then left with Wincent Sullivan to find someone at the Intercontinental Hotel.

*

When Nathalie Quinlan and Wincent Sullivan arrived at the Intercontinental Hotel, it was exactly ten in the morning. The hotel lobby was bustling with people, with representatives from various powers gathered here.

Wincent Sullivan rarely came to such occasions, somewhat uncomfortably walking, although he still tried his best to stay beside Nathalie Quinlan, silently acting as a ’protector’.

On the contrary, Nathalie Quinlan seemed to have long been used to such scenes and had no special reaction. She walked straight to the elevator with Wincent Sullivan after entering the hotel lobby.

Wincent Sullivan originally wanted to go to the front desk to first register for a room, obtain a key card, and then use it to access the elevator. However, seeing the girl had no intention of heading to the front desk,

he assumed Nathalie Quinlan was unaware of the Intercontinental Hotel’s policies.

He quickly caught up with her.

"Nathalie, we need to first get a card. You need to swipe their room card to use the Intercontinental’s elevator."

Before he finished his words, the girl had already pulled out an inconspicuous black magnetic card, leaving Wincent Sullivan perplexed.

Nathalie Quinlan dangled the magnetic card in her hand, saying in a low voice, "I added a few small programs when I hacked into their system, so I can also use this to swipe the elevator."

Hearing this, Wincent Sullivan couldn’t quite process it.

When Nathalie Quinlan had effortlessly hacked into the hotel background systems, he was already very surprised. He hadn’t dared to think that she also casually modified the Intercontinental Hotel’s security system.

This is...

This isn’t something an average person can do, right?

Not only can’t an average person do this, but Wincent Sullivan even suspected that the people in the Hacker Alliance might not achieve what she did.

However, Nathalie Quinlan paid no mind to him, striding forward to stand in front of the elevator, pressing the up button.

Wincent Sullivan had no choice but to suppress his confusion and follow in her steps.

Very soon, the elevator came down.

Nathalie Quinlan entered the elevator and casually swiped the magnetic card. Wincent Sullivan was worried that the elevator’s alarm system might go off.

Who would have thought that nothing happened, everything was extremely calm.

He just watched as the girl nonchalantly pressed the floor number, and the elevator began to ascend.

Wincent Sullivan’s mood was rising along with the elevator; he was too preoccupied to further delve into how Nathalie Quinlan’s computer skills could be so impressive, with a tense face, occasionally glancing at the floor numbers displayed in the elevator.

The elevator quickly stopped on the 33rd floor.

This floor had relatively ordinary standard rooms of the Intercontinental Hotel, and a standard room card could swipe to access it.