She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 137

Her explanation was dense with advanced medical concepts that sailed over the heads of most undergraduate students. But the doctoral advisors and senior researchers in the audience listened with wide–eyed disbelief.

If Loyce had hired someone to write the paper for her, it wouldn’t have been possible for her to be this articulate. Her presentation was flawless, and when people from the audience posed questions, she answered them perfectly, her on–the–spot reasoning impeccable. The aura of calm, collected intelligence she exuded was convincing everyone that she was, indeed, a medical prodigy.

Mario’s face grew darker with every passing second. He stood up and tried to challenge her on several specific points, but she dismantled his arguments with ease and even suggested new avenues of research based on his questions.

Her ability to extrapolate and offer new perspectives left the judges on the panel sighing in admiration. She was a natural–born researcher!

Just as the matter seemed settled, a comment from a student caught

Quiana’s attention.

The student, a top performer about to enter graduate school, whispered, “Looking at this data, I don’t think our university’s labs have the equipment to produce these results, even in two months. I wonder which lab she borrowed?”

A student next to him chimed in, “Our school’s equipment is considered top–tier around here. There’s nothing better nearby. Maybe she paid to use a lab at a high–end pharmaceutical company? But those places are top–secret; an ordinary person couldn’t get in.”

Quiana’s eyes lit up. She shot to her feet and declared, “Loyce, I’m aware that the kind of data you’re presenting would require state–of–the–art,

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high–precision instruments to obtain in just two months. So, I have to ask: is this data truly authentic and not fabricated?”

Loyce let out a soft laugh. She removed her flash drive and walked down from the stage to the tech crew managing the presentation slides. They stared, confused, as Loyce approached them. She leaned over and pointed at a computer. “Could I borrow this for a moment?”

Her stunning beauty left the students momentarily speechless. “Oh, sure,” one of them stammered.

Loyce took control of the keyboard and mouse and, within seconds, bypassed security and accessed the research lab’s surveillance system. She began compiling all the video footage of her experiments onto her flash drive, a process that would take a few minutes.

That was more than enough time for the tide of public opinion to turn against her again. Seeing Loyce step down from the stage, the students and professors assumed Quiana had cornered her, that she had indeed faked her data. The murmuring started anew.

Several students from Mario’s team, who had often been on the receiving end of Loyce’s sharp critiques back in Fernand’s research group, stood up collectively. They began to chant, “Revoke Loyce’s award! We can’t have a fraud in our academic community! Justice for Mr. Nash! The Gold Award belongs to him!”

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