Stopping beside Maeve, Simon cast a mocking glance at Leah.
"Would you care to explain why you're slandering Lab C?"
His sudden appearance left Leah frozen in terror, barely daring to breathe.
She had only ever seen this mythical figure in press conference videos.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine he would manifest right in front of her like this.
"Mr. Grover, you've misunderstood. It's not what it sounded like."
"I have never slandered Lab C, and I certainly would never question your high standards."
Simon arched an eyebrow.
"You literally just said that any leader with half a brain wouldn't have picked Maeve for the internship."
"By my understanding, you're implying that choosing Maeve was a brainless move."
"Yet you tell me I've misunderstood."
"So what you're really questioning is my reading comprehension. Is that right?"
Leah was spinning from Simon's impeccable logic.
She stammered, desperately trying to clear her name.
But under his overwhelming presence, she couldn't force a single coherent word past her lips.
Simon's gaze sharpened, turning dark and piercing.
"There seems to be something you all are unaware of."
"Maeve is an exceptional student, and Lab C is incredibly eager to sign a contract with her."
"The reality of the situation is that Maeve's talent is so immense, she felt our lab wasn't quite up to her standards."
"So after interning for a short period, she decided to reconsider whether she wants to sign with us."
"How could the lab not cherish a brilliant talent like her?"
"My purpose for coming to Aethelburg University today is to renegotiate her contract and do everything in my power to meet all of her demands."
Simon locked eyes with Leah, his gaze intense.
"Do you understand the situation now?"
Leah nodded frantically.
"I understand, I understand."
Simon looked at the rest of the crowd.
"Get the hell out of here."
Leah, standing at the front, bit her lip.
She vowed to repay this humiliation one day.
She tried to spin around and march off aggressively, but she pivoted too hard and twisted her ankle.
In front of everyone, Leah ate dirt, face-planting onto the pavement in the most pathetic way imaginable.
Maeve laughed loudly, completely unapologetic.
"Leah, an apology is enough. You really didn't need to throw yourself at my feet."
Leah was on the verge of losing her mind.
Because her ankle was severely sprained, she struggled several times but couldn't get up.
It was a deeply embarrassing, humiliating display.
Finally, with the help of her lackeys, she scrambled to her feet and hobbled away in disgrace.
Rubbing his chin, Simon looked at Maeve with an amused glint in his eye.
"You used me to crush those loudmouthed idiots. Are you happy now?"

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