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Chapter 128

Camila’s POV Post)

Vivienne recovered first. “That’s just showing off!” she snapped. “Using complicated English and technical expressions doesn’t make you an expert.“.

I turned towards her. “Vivienne, if you didn’t understand the explanation, you could simply say so. There’s no need to pretend everyone else is equally confused.”

Her lips parted, but no immediate response came. Before she could recover, a small group of foreign delegates approached us.

The man leading them was tall, with silver beginning to show at his temples. I recognised his name from the list of distinguished guests in the summit programme.Professor Reinhardt

“Excuse me, Miss Hart,” he said, addressing me with a polite smile. “I overheard your explanation. The connection you made between the development constraints and the system’s long–term stability was quite interesting. Would you mind elaborating on that approach?”

A few people nearby exchanged surprised looks.

“Is that Professor Reinhardt?” someone whispered.

“I believe so. He’s one of the leading researchers in this area.”

“I heard he recently completed a major technology project. If he’s asking her to explain further, she must have made quite an impression.”

I remained composed, though I was a little surprised by his interest.

“Certainly, Professor. I’d be happy to.”

As I began explaining the point he had raised, I noticed Vivienne leaning towards Aria., “Who is that man?” she

whispered.

“Professor Reinhardt?” Aria sounded almost breathless. “He’s one of the most influential researchers in the international scientific community. He owns a research institute overseas, and some of the technologies we use today can be traced back to his work.”

I glanced briefly at her. She seemed to know quite a lot about him.

“He’s also famous for being extremely selective,” she continued, lowering her voice. “Brilliant, but difficult to impress. People have travelled from different countries hoping to get a chance to speak with him, and most don’t even get past his security team.”

I returned my attention to Professor Reinhardt, who was still speaking with me. Aria wasn’t exaggerating. I had noticed several people trying to approach him earlier, only to be turned away by his entourage. Even some senior researchers appeared to be waiting for the right opportunity to introduce themselves. Yet here he was, standing in front of me and asking questions about my explanation.

I could almost feel Vivienne’s stare from across the room.

Professor Reinhardt wasn’t interested in small talk. He moved straight into a series of technical questions, probing different aspects of the approach I had discussed. I listened carefully and answered each one, explaining the reasoning behind our methods and the challenges we had encountered during development.

He asked another question. I answered. Then came another, more complicated than the previous ones. I took

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a moment to consider it before responding.

He nodded slowly, his interest becoming increasingly obvious.

“Very good,” he said at last. “You have a solid understanding of the subject, and your approach to the problem is quite impressive.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

He studied me for a moment before making an unexpected offer.

“May I ask something? Would you consider working with my institute?” I blinked. He continued without waiting for my response.

“We’ve been looking for someone with your level of understanding for quite some time. If you’re interested, ‘d be happy to discuss an offer. You can name your terms. I’m prepared to make it worth your while.”

A murmur swept through the people standing nearby.

“Did he just offer her a position?”

“At his institute?”

“That’s incredible. Do you know how difficult it is to get into that place?”

“I heard they’ve been recruiting for months without finding a suitable candidate.”

I was equally surprised. Professor Reinhardt was offering me a position after a brief discussion. I hadn’t expected anything like that when I walked into the convention centre.

Across the room, Aria looked stunned. From her expression, I could tell she hadn’t imagined this happening either. I noticed Vivienne standing beside her, her face growing increasingly displeased.

I was about to respond to Professor Reinhardt when Vivienne suddenly stepped forward. “Professor Reinhardt, I think you should be careful before making such an offer.”

The surrounding conversations began to fade. He turned towards her, his expression unreadable. Vivienne continued, apparently encouraged by the attention. “This woman may sound knowledgeable, but that doesn’t mean she has the qualifications to work at your institute. She could have rehearsed everything she just said.”

I frowned slightly. She wasn’t finished. “I’m not sure you’re aware of her background. Camila Hart never even completed university. She only managed to get into a company because of her appearance. Officially, she’s a secretary, but who knows what she’s really doing there?”

A few people exchanged uncomfortable looks, I felt my fingers tighten around the folder I was holding. Vivienne had clearly decided that insulting me in front of an audience was more important than maintaining any sense of decorum.

She took another step towards Professor Reinhardt. “Someone with such questionable character shouldn’t be working in a respected research institute. I would hate for you to make a decision you might regret.”

For a moment, nobody spoke. Professor Reinhardt’s expression changed. His earlier interest disappeared, replaced by a distinctly cold look. He studied Vivienne from head to toe.

“And you are…?” he asked. His tone was polite, but there was no warmth in it. Professor Reinhardt’s gaze moved over Vivienne’s glittering gown, taking in the excessive embellishments and the way she had dressed as though she were attending a red–carpet event rather than an academic forum. “Miss…. Peacock?”

His Mandarin was heavily accented, but his sarcasm needed no translation. Vivienne blinked, clearly unsure whether she had heard him correctly. Miss Peacock? Was that supposed to be an insult?

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“…” she began.

Professor Reinhardt raised a hand, cutting her off. “Since you seem so certain of your knowledge, perhaps You can explain how autonomous systems operate and how their functions are implemented in real–world

applications.”

Vivienne froze. She stared at him, unable to make sense of the question, much less provide an answer/The attention of everyone nearby shifted to her. A deep flush spread across her face as embarrassment quickly gave way to anger.

I watched her struggle for a response. “Isn’t that what you were demanding earlier?” I asked calmly. “You said people who knew nothing about science had no business being in an academic environment. Perhaps you should take your own advice and leave.”

“I know things!” she snapped. “Who says I don’t? I simply refuse to waste my time explaining myself to people like you. And who exactly do you think you are? I don’t owe you an answer!” Her voice grew louder but it only made the situation worse. She had already exposed how stupid she was and now she was making sure everyone noticed. Aria stood a short distance away, saying nothing. Her expression had changed completely She looked so uncomfortable that I suspected she wished she had never come with Vivienne.

Professor Reinhardt had clearly lost patience. He turned to the security personnel and instructed them to

escort Vivienne out.

Vivienne protested loudly as they approached, demanding to be released and threatening to make complaints. But no one intervened. The guards led her out, and her angry voice gradually faded beyond the

entrance.

The disturbance ended almost as quickly as it had begun.

Professor Reinhardt turned back to me, his earlier interest returning.

“Miss Hart, I believe we were discussing an opportunity. Would you consider joining my institute?”

A murmur spread through the audience. I could almost feel their surprise. An invitation from Professor Reinhardt was not something people received every day. Many would have considered it an honour beyond expectation. But I had already made up my mind.

“Thank you, Professor. I’m honoured by your offer, but I’m afraid I can’t accept.”

His eyebrows lifted. “May I ask why?”

“I already have a job, and I’m quite happy where I am.”

He studied me for a moment before speaking again. “I was told you work as a secretary. That doesn’t concern me. I recruit people based on their abilities, not their titles or qualifications. You would receive a much better offer here, and your talent would have room to develop.”