The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1870

"Exactly," someone nearby echoed. "Asclepius can just resubmit a new research paper."

Hearing the discussions from the audience, Charlotte arched an eyebrow but remained silent, her gaze shifting deliberately toward Queenie.

"Indeed, Asclepius," the board member agreed with Vinson. "Your skill and capability are obvious to all of us. The third paper was likely just an accidental mix-up. Let's do this: you resubmit a new one, and we will still count it toward your final evaluation."

After finishing his thought, he turned back to Charlotte.

"Ms. Charlotte, you have said your piece. Now, we ask that you provide your own research findings."

"I'm in no rush," Charlotte drawled lazily, her lips curling into a smirk. Staring at Queenie, she spoke with a careless, offhand attitude, "As long as Asclepius can produce her latest research, I'll happily hand the president's seat over to her."

She was giving up that easily?

Then what was the point of causing such a massive scene just a moment ago?

If that was the case, they could literally just announce Asclepius as the new president right now.

"Hah."

Seeing Charlotte's reaction, Vinson glanced at Wallace and let out a scoffing laugh. "Wallace, you see this, right?"

"This Charlotte girl has zero actual talent, but she's certainly an expert at pointing fingers and causing sabotage."

Wallace furrowed his brow, lifting his gaze to Glenn beside him. "What do you make of this?" he asked in a low voice.

"Charlotte isn't that kind of person," Glenn replied without a moment of hesitation, his expression deadly serious. "There might be more to this than meets the eye."

The kid could be unruly, sure, but she never went out of her way to slander others.

Especially when the person in question was Asclepius.

"Fair enough." Vinson shrugged his shoulders, a smug amusement lacing his tone. "Some people just refuse to accept defeat until they hit rock bottom."

"Asclepius..."

Seeing the doctor standing frozen in place without making a move, the host gently reminded her, "If you would please provide your new research findings."

Queenie stood paralyzed. A fine layer of sweat broke out across her forehead, and beneath her trembling lashes, her eyes grew red and damp.

Charlotte had dug a trap specifically for her to jump into.

New research findings?

She couldn't produce anything at all!

But if she couldn't provide new research, how on earth was she supposed to justify her identity?

Queenie clamped her jaw shut, desperately trying to force herself to stay calm.

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