“But… but she’s clearly…” Veronica was full of doubt about Grace.
“Clearly what?” Dr. Walsh stared at her coldly. “Do you think scientific research can be bought with money? Do you think the experts here are all fools? Veronica, I thought you were just a bit spoiled, but I never imagined you could be so shallow! If you dare to spout any more nonsense, don’t blame me for having you thrown out!”
Veronica shrank back, terrified. She didn’t dare say another word and sat down, fuming. Why did that bitch Grace get to stand on stage and receive everyone's admiration while she, a true heiress, had to sit here and get yelled at?
The presentation on stage continued. Grace’s voice was clear and resonant, carrying through the microphone to every corner of the hall. “In past treatments, we often faced severe rejection responses…” She pointed to a chart on the big screen, speaking with eloquence and confidence.
The mockery and humiliation of the past once weighed on her like a mountain, suffocating her. But now, they had become the foundation beneath her feet, helping her reach the summit. She didn't need to depend on anyone. She was her own powerhouse.
Veronica sat in the audience, glaring at Grace. She wanted to find fault, to expose a flaw. But she couldn’t understand a word of it. The technical terms—T-cells, targeted therapy—were like Greek to her. She felt that, in this moment, she had nothing but the designer logos on her clothes. And in a place like this, designer logos were the most worthless things of all.
Everyone around her was frantically taking notes. Even Dr. Walsh had put on his reading glasses, nodding frequently as he listened, his eyes full of admiration. “Genius… truly a genius idea…” he muttered to himself.
Veronica cringed at his words. She looked down at her freshly manicured nails and suddenly felt tacky. She touched the ten-million-dollar diamond necklace around her neck, and it suddenly felt heavy. In the face of Grace’s pure intellect, her wealth, her family background, her sense of superiority—it all felt like a joke.
Finally, the presentation ended. Grace gave a slight bow. The entire hall rose to its feet, and the applause was endless. Some people were even moved to tears.

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