Chapter 561:
William looked annoyed. “This should’ve been rounded to three decimal places. You used one. That small mistake throws off everything that comes after it. Didn’t they teach you this when you joined?”
He didn’t mean to be harsh, but a basic error like this shouldn’t have come from her.
Stella looked at the number he mentioned and saw he was right. Maybe Sandra had rushed and made the mistake.
She let out a quiet sigh, closed the file, and asked, “Other than that, Mr. Briggs, is there anything else wrong with the data?”
She wanted to fix everything before handing it over to Paul.
William replied coldly, “This one mistake throws everything off. You should fix it before looking at the rest.”
Then he got up and walked out, not looking back at her once.
Stella didn’t show any reaction to his words, even though his last line was clearly meant to scold her a little.
William felt confused. Stella didn’t look upset—just calm. Had he really become so unimportant to her?
He had seen signs that she liked him once.
When did that change? When did her eyes stop lighting up for him and start focusing only on research?
William picked up his phone and opened Stella’s chat.
He typed something, deleted it, then tried again.
Nothing felt right—some messages sounded too bold, others too soft, and a few just didn’t make sense.
In the end, despite all that effort, he still couldn’t bring himself to hit send.
If Stella checked her phone now, she would see that William had been typing nonstop in their chat.
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But she was so focused on her experiment that she forgot her phone even existed. When the workday ended, Sandra asked Stella why she had been showing up so early lately and what had happened with the apartment she bought.
Stella gave a small smile and said, “I’ve actually been staying in the institute’s dorm for the past few days.”
Sandra blinked in surprise. “Seriously? Why did you move back? Was there a problem with your place?”
Stella didn’t know how to explain it right away.
She had moved back to the research institute, but during that time, she had been in regular contact with the property management of her residential community.
She had repeatedly raised concerns about how easy it was for outsiders to enter, making the place feel unsafe.
Thankfully, the management took her feedback seriously and made some big changes to improve security.
Now, to get into the building, residents had to use a swipe card, and each household was given only a limited number. Younger children who hadn’t started school weren’t issued any.
For parking, a resident’s pass had to be clearly placed on the dashboard—without it, vehicles weren’t allowed inside.
Though the new process was a bit more inconvenient than before, at least it made the neighborhood feel safer.
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