Chapter 638

Chapter 638:
She didn’t care what the institute staff thought of her personally—but she wasn’t about to let her name bring shame to the place either.
“Sharon, Josie… you two should rest. I’ll go alone.”
The moment she said that, Sharon shot upright. “Alone? Are you kidding? This is a foreign country. What if something happens out there?”
Josie, already changed into her comfy clothes, chimed in, “No way we’re letting you go by yourself. We go as a team. More people means more backup.”
Stella had a hard time turning them down, so in the end, she left the hotel with Sharon and Josie, heading toward the address they had found.
The architecture in this part of town was completely different from back home. Every neighborhood looked like its own little self-contained community.
Soon enough, they pulled up in front of the listed address.
As they stepped out of the car, two neat rows of plane trees lined the avenue, their leaves rustling in the breeze. It looked like something out of a painting—but Stella didn’t have the time or mood to admire it.
They walked up to Villa No. 163, and Stella took a deep breath.
Clutching the stack of documents she had carefully organized, she rang the doorbell.
A moment later, a middle-aged woman opened the door.
Stella offered a polite smile. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Jimenez. Is he home?”
The woman returned the smile, though hers held a hint of curiosity. “Why are you looking for Jimenez?”
Stella explained the situation as briefly as she could. “I just really need him to confirm that this report wasn’t released five years ago—and to clarify that I didn’t plagiarize his work.”
She half expected the woman to shut the door on her.
But instead, the woman blinked, visibly surprised. “Well then, why don’t you all come in first?” She stepped aside and led them into the living room.
After listening to the full story, the woman looked stunned. “You’re saying Jimenez’s project overlaps with yours by eighty percent?”
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Stella gave a helpless nod, pulling out her past project materials. “These are mine. I’m just hoping Mr. Jimenez can take a look and tell me if this really came out five years ago.”
The woman’s expression shifted. “Of course not,” she said calmly. “Actually… I’m Jimenez. That project? I only wrote it last month. How on earth did it suddenly turn into five years ago?”
Jimenez frowned slightly. Five years ago, she had been just an ordinary person who knew nothing about that subject, so how could she have completed such a professional project?
Stella froze. She hadn’t expected this twist.
“You’re… Jimenez?” she asked in disbelief. “But the records showed a man.”
Jimenez waved a hand, looking almost amused. “That’s my husband. I didn’t want to deal with unwanted attention or have to speak publicly about the project, so I used his photo on the records.”
That threw all three of them for a loop. After a beat of stunned silence, Stella quickly gathered herself.
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