Chapter 637

Chapter 637:
On the rooftop of the research institute, Nina stood facing Jamir, her eyes sharp, her voice cold.
“You set me up from the start, didn’t you?” she said tightly. “Those were fake files. You never planned to work with me at all.”
Jamir finally let out a dry chuckle, like he’d been waiting for her to catch up. “Took you long enough,” he said. “You really thought I’d help you steal internal data just so you could one-up Sylvia?”
Nina’s heart sank. She had suspected it the moment Paul scolded her in the office, but hearing Jamir admit it out loud still caught her off guard.
“Did Sylvia save your life or something?” she asked bitterly. “Why are you so desperate to protect her? Does your shot at going abroad mean that little to you?”
Jamir gave her a flat look. “Talking to someone as self-serving as you is a waste of time.”
That one line landed like a slap. Nina’s face turned pale. She clenched her jaw and snapped, “You think you can act all high and mighty? If I go down, don’t think you won’t be dragged down with me. I’ll tell them everything. About the deal.”
But Jamir didn’t even flinch. “Go ahead. Say what you want.”
He slid his hands into his pockets and turned to leave.
“You think it’s that easy to walk away from this?” Nina called after him, her voice rising. “You mess with me, and I’ll make sure your little overseas dream crashes and burns! You’ll never get out of Choria!”
If that happened, he’d be stuck working only in domestic research institutes for the rest of his life.
Jamir didn’t waver. “Do whatever you want.”
And with that, he disappeared down the stairs without a backward glance.
Nina stood rooted to the spot, her chest heaving with rage. She had been so sure her plan was airtight—Stella would never suspect someone from her own team. But Jamir had flipped the entire thing on her.
Her face twisted. If Jamir wanted to play dirty, fine. She could play dirtier. Pulling out her phone, she made a call. “His name’s Jamir Palmer,” she said flatly. “I’ll send you his photo—don’t get the wrong guy.”
She hung up, her hair whipping in the rooftop wind. As she tucked it behind her ears, her eyes gleamed with cold resentment. She wouldn’t let Stella win this so easily.
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Across the ocean, Stella, Sharon, and Josie finally landed at the airport. They were exhausted from the long haul—dark circles under their eyes, clothes rumpled, but they moved with purpose.
In Choria, it was already nighttime. But here, the sky was wide and bright, the sun glaring down as if trying to wake them up by force.
After checking into the hotel and freshening up, Stella didn’t waste a second. She was ready to go find the man listed in the documents. Thanks to the power of big data, she had already pinpointed his address.
Sharon was sprawled on one of the hotel beds, rubbing her temples. “Stel, slow down. You haven’t even slept. Can’t we crash for a few hours and head out in the morning? If you collapse halfway there, what’s the point?”
She wasn’t wrong. Stella hadn’t closed her eyes the whole flight.
But Stella shook her head. “We don’t have time. The longer Nina keeps spreading rumors, the more people will start to believe them.”
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