Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 195

“No.” Emmy lowered her lashes, her voice calm and a little distant. “Do you really need a reason to change?”

Juan studied her, picking up on that cool, almost untouchable vibe. There was a hint of curiosity behind his gentle smile.

“The way you were in that meeting—I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said.

“Hard to believe you graduated from such an ordinary college.”

“Dean’s been holding you back for way too long.”

Emmy didn’t answer. Her eyes were back on the file in her hands, acting like she didn’t even hear him.

But then, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

She’d flipped to a résumé—Evelina’s. Achievements filled the page, neat and impressive.

Her finger paused over a single line.

Winner, AI International Competition: Multimodal Perception and Fusion for Autonomous Driving Systems

Emmy’s mind exploded. That technical term—she knew it by heart.

It was her own project, the one she’d lost sleep over night after night, her thesis that was almost finished two years ago.

The memory hit her like a punch. That rainy day, rushing to her driving test, her laptop suddenly crashing. Blue screen. Total panic.

Dean had offered to fix it for her.

But when he brought it back, everything was gone. The computer had been completely wiped—every file, every bit of research, all of it.

A year’s worth of hard work, the project that could have launched her career in AI, disappeared just like that.

Now, a wild suspicion started to grow inside her.

Her fingers trembled as she pulled Evelina’s résumé from the folder.

Juan noticed her staring at the page in silence and leaned over.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” he said, thinking she was just blown away by Evelina’s background. There was real admiration in his voice.

“I met her last year at the AI International Competition. She showed off this tech that made everyone believe in the future of self-driving cars.”

“I decided right then—we had to have her at Starlight.”

But Emmy’s face was more serious than he’d ever seen. “Please, show me.”

Dominic realized something was off, so he dropped the jokes and started searching his computer.

Soon, footage from last year’s AI International Competition played on the screen.

Emmy stared as Evelina presented, explaining the framework and methodology Emmy knew better than anyone.

It was exactly the same.

Her work had been stolen.

Dominic saw the shock and anger in her face and frowned. “What’s wrong? With your talent, you’re worried you can’t beat her?”

Emmy said nothing.

Who would believe her if she just accused someone of stealing her work with no proof?

She swallowed her rage and asked, “Professor, was this technology really that big of a deal last year?”