Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 309

In the main hall of the summit, the lights were dazzling.

Grace stood at the center of the stage, and behind her, on the large screen, was the "self-evolving neural network model" she had spent three years of painstaking effort to complete.

"…Through this core algorithm, we can increase computational efficiency by three hundred percent."

Grace's voice was clear and firm, echoing through the massive conference hall.

A thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Sitting in a corner, Damien, wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, watched the woman on stage.

This was how she was meant to be.

She was Grace, the genius.

Damien's eyes grew hot. He discreetly took out a bottle of pills, shook a few into his hand, and swallowed them, forcibly suppressing the urge to cough.

"I disagree!"

A sharp voice cut through the applause.

A blond, blue-eyed foreign expert stood up, holding a document.

"I am Professor Smith from NIT. Ms. Hart, your data model is indeed perfect. So perfect… it's almost as if it's fake!"

The entire hall was in an uproar.

"Professor Smith, please choose your words carefully," Grace said, forcing herself to remain calm. "Every single piece of my data has been verified through tens of thousands of calculations."

"Is that so?"

Smith sneered, slamming the document in his hand onto the table. "Then can you explain why the core logic of your code bears a striking resemblance to an unpublished paper I wrote two years ago?"

"Not only that, but I also discovered that your experimental data shows severe signs of manual manipulation. Ms. Hart, is this the scientific integrity of you people? Built on theft and fraud?"

Several sets of comparative data appeared on the big screen.

At first glance, they did indeed look identical.

Grace stared at the screen, her mind blank.

How was this possible?

She had typed out every single character of that code herself. How could it overlap with a paper from two years ago?

Unless… someone had tampered with her computer.

Or, someone had leaked her data ahead of time and forged a timestamp.

"No… I didn't…"

The once-admiring gazes from the audience instantly turned to suspicion, contempt, and ridicule.

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