Outside the appraisal laboratory.
After collecting the samples, everyone anxiously waited outside, with the Thomsons sitting restlessly and pacing back and forth in the corridor.
In contrast to their anxiety, Caroline Edwin and Alison Morrison seemed calm and composed, sitting and chatting idly.
Caroline was playing Happy Match on her phone, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Alison kept fiddling with her fingers and making small movements, not appearing as composed as she seemed.
"..."
Old Mr. Thomson saw Alison's reaction, stroked his beard, and nodded in satisfaction.
Very good, not changing her face even in the face of a crisis, showing great generalship.
It's good that the Thomson family has such an heir, capable of at least holding their own even if they don't reach new heights.
"Click——"
After a few hours, the door of the appraisal lab opened.
A middle-aged man in a white gown walked out with a report in his hand.