Chapter 591

Chapter 591:
Jamir raised a brow, silently wondering where all that confidence was coming from. She had already been crushed once—with that formula, no less. What made her think she could actually beat Sylvia this time?
But if all she wanted was vague updates, technically it wasn’t stealing. Still, from a practical standpoint, it was pretty much pointless.
“You won’t beat Sylvia,” he said flatly.
Nina’s smile vanished. Her eyes sharpened. “Why not?”
“I’m just being honest,” Jamir said. “Maybe you think she gets by on luck or help from others, but Sylvia’s not someone you can underestimate. Everyone here knows how good she is—and honestly, you’re no match.”
Nina’s expression darkened, her hands clenching into fists.
“And what if I refuse to work with you?” she gritted out.
Jamir gave a slow shrug. “You’re the one coming to me. I didn’t ask for this. You can walk away if you want—I’m not losing anything.”
Nina stared at him, seething at his calm indifference.
After a tense pause, she snapped, “Fine. Then I want all your experimental data.”
Jamir smirked. She had fallen for it—hook, line, and sinker. “I can help you,” he said smoothly, “but don’t forget your end of the deal. If we’re doing this together, don’t think for a second I’ll let you throw me under the bus if things go south.”
“Deal.” Nina raised her chin. “And from now on, we don’t know each other at the institute. If you’ve got news, hit me up.”
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked off briskly, as if she couldn’t escape fast enough.
Ten minutes later, Stella and the others came in through another hallway. What Nina didn’t know was that Jamir had been on the phone with them the entire time.
They had heard every word of her little scheme.
“She’s taken the bait. Now we just need to roll out the plan bit by bit,” Sandra said, glancing at Stella. “Sylvia, should we go ahead and prep fake data for Nina?”
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Stella nodded. “Yeah, that’s easy. We’ll have Al handle it.”
Elbert frowned. “You sure Al can pull it off? What if Nina catches something off?”
Stella let out a soft chuckle. “Relax. I’ll give it a final polish myself. She won’t notice a thing.”
With the research center drama handled for now, Stella turned her focus to the business meeting coming up that Saturday.
Stella had agreed to meet William’s uncle last time, and now she finally had the chance to sit down and talk business.
Inside an upscale private club, she stepped into the reserved room in a sleek, fitted business suit—sharp and all business.
About ten minutes later, the door creaked open again.
She looked up, ready to greet whoever it was. But the moment she saw the person walking in, her expression froze.
He looked clean-cut in a tailored suit, flashing a mild smile. “Stel. Small world, huh?”
Stella’s stomach dropped. Her whole demeanor shifted. Did he follow her here? Her face darkened instantly.
“Marc, can you quit showing up like a bad penny?” she snapped. “I’m here for work. Serious work. Leave. Don’t screw this up for me.”
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