Chapter 572

The woman lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and shot Elizabeth a look. “Why should I tell you?”

“I’m Elizabeth, the director of this research institute. I’m in charge of the S12N project. You barged in here, causing a ruckus and lecturing everyone. Don’t I have the right to know who you are?”

She gave Elizabeth a once-over. “So, you’re Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth squinted and tilted her head. Was this woman surprised or disappointed?

The woman pouted. “You’re nothing special.”

Elizabeth was at a loss for words. Everyone else in the room turned to stare at the woman. Who was this person? How could she be so full of herself? Even if she were Sheldon’s daughter, she wouldn’t dare to act this high and mighty!

“Come on, let’s talk in my office.” Elizabeth decided this wasn’t the place for a conversation. She needed to get to the bottom of this.

“Alright.” The woman smirked and strutted ahead like she owned the place.

Elizabeth was baffled. The woman acted like she was walking into her own home, and Elizabeth was just the help.

People behind them grumbled, “Who does she think she is? She’s way too full of herself!”

“Seriously. I can’t stand her attitude. If we had someone like her in our institute, I’d quit. I just can’t deal with her!”

Elizabeth glanced back and signaled everyone to stay calm. After all, she was the one running this place. Anyone who wanted to throw their weight around here had to get her approval first.

When the woman reached Elizabeth’s office door, she tried to waltz right in, but the fingerprint lock stopped her cold.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, watching the woman’s back. If she wanted in, she’d have to let Elizabeth go first.

The woman was silent for a few seconds, then turned to Elizabeth and said, “Open the door.”

“Sure.” Elizabeth smiled, still keeping her cool.

Elizabeth stepped forward and scanned her fingerprint. But that wasn’t all; after the fingerprint scan, a high-tech blue light popped up for iris recognition. Only after confirming it was Elizabeth would the door open. Plus, anyone entering her office had to register.

“You, scan your fingerprint.” Elizabeth pointed to the scanner.

“What if I don’t?” the woman challenged.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Nothing much. You just won’t have a chair to sit on. If you enter my office without registering, the entire institute’s alarm will go off when you leave.”

The woman’s expression shifted.

Elizabeth added, “Or do you want the alarms and everyone to give you a grand send-off?”

The woman huffed and reluctantly scanned her fingerprint. After all, this was the director’s office, full of confidential documents.

Once inside, Elizabeth went straight to her desk. The woman followed, and Elizabeth asked, “What’s your name?”

“Blair Ember,” she replied.

Elizabeth looked up and gave her a quick glance. “How old are you?”

“22 years old.” The woman sat down, arms crossed, looking defiant.

Elizabeth smirked. Just 22, no wonder she was so cocky.