Chapter 644
Chapter 644:
Nina just scoffed, brushing it off. As if Stella had the power to take her down. By the end of the day, she figured no one at the institute would even remember Stella or Sylvia.
She was the rising star now. She’d shine so bright, William would see she was just as capable—if not better—than Stella.
At 9 a.m. sharp, most of the researchers were already at the institute.
Nina stood tall in the lobby. “Alright, everyone, today’s the day Mr. Briggs promised we’d get to the bottom of this. Sylvia’s back, so let’s hear what she has to say!”
She shot Stella a smug little look, clearly expecting a win. But Stella’s calm, almost amused gaze didn’t waver.
Without a word, Stella stepped up, pulled a USB from her bag, and connected it to the big screen behind her. Evidence lit up the screen. “Go ahead. If you can read, you’ll understand what’s up there.”
No dramatic speech. Stella let the facts speak for themselves.
The staff squinted at the documents. The name on the patent clearly wasn’t from five years ago.
“Wait… you can’t just backdate experiments, right?”
“Is this saying Nina forged the whole thing?”
“So that official seal was fake?”
The questions flew fast.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
Nina’s face turned ghostly pale. She stared at the screen, her mind racing.
How the hell had Stella pulled all this together in just three days?
Stella flipped to the final slide. “Done reading? Any questions, ask away.” She was ready for whatever they threw at her.
One researcher asked, “Sylvia, does this mean Nina broke the law?”
“That’s not up to me. But she accused me of plagiarizing someone else’s work—and I’m not letting that slide.”
On screen, two documents sat side by side. They didn’t come close to being fifty percent similar.
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The people who had been quick to accuse her of plagiarism now looked uncomfortable.
“This document says Jimenez only wrote hers last month. That doesn’t scream ‘five years ago.’ That screams setup.”
Nina stiffened. Her eyes flicked over the files, and for a second, she looked rattled.
But she regrouped fast and snapped, “Sylvia, quit trying to scare people. You really think some random videos prove anything? I could hire an actor to fake a video too.”
But her words landed flat.
Stella barely blinked. “Easy, Nina. I’m not done.”
She pulled out a signed letter from Jimenez, explaining that her project wasn’t from five years ago at all—and that someone at the institute had altered the date without her knowledge.
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