The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1872

But now, the contrast was staggering.

The presentation of the first paper ended.

Charlotte immediately brought up the second.

"As for this piece..." She wet her lips, her tone perfectly flat. "The entire research direction was flawed."

"So I abandoned it halfway through."

"Props to Queenie for going through all the trouble of digging this garbage out of the trash to mislead everyone."

Queenie stood frozen, her face flushing and paling in rapid succession as she stared at Charlotte with an incredibly complicated expression.

"Also..." Pausing for a beat, Charlotte added, "Since this competition is about research achievements, and just to shut up anyone who might say I'm some delusional faker pretending to be Asclepius..."

"Aside from the drafts Queenie so painstakingly dragged out, I've selected five other papers and uploaded them to my private database. If anyone is interested, feel free to take a look."

"Quick, get your phones out!"

"Laptops! Where's my laptop?"

The moment she finished speaking, people scrambled for their devices, frantically logging into their accounts.

Sure enough.

Asclepius's database, which had been dead for a year, had updated with five academic papers just a minute ago.

The focus and content of each paper were remarkably groundbreaking and definitive.

The executives and experts stared at their screens, their eyes practically bugging out of their heads.

"Vinson, Asclepius really did update the database," the dean's assistant whispered cautiously.

"Impossible!"

Refusing to believe it, Vinson snatched the laptop. His hand trembled as he scrolled. When he saw the contents, a loud ringing filled his ears.

Charlotte was only twenty. She was Black, a rising star with a little bit of success, sure—but how could she be Asclepius?

No way!

It was absolutely impossible!

"Charlotte..."

Glenn ignored Vinson's meltdown. His eyes were glued to the screen, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

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