Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 93

Grace didn't immediately reveal the evidence.

First, she performed a component analysis on the contaminated sample and successfully isolated the interfering agent.

Then, using her profound knowledge of chemistry, she reverse-engineered a new stabilizer that could neutralize the contaminant.

She repaired the data and reran the experiment.

By the time the perfect experimental data appeared on the computer screen, the sun was already rising.

Grace hadn't slept all night. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was terrifyingly pale.

But her spirit was more energized than ever.

Not only had she saved the experiment, but in the process, she had also optimized the drug's stability.

It was a blessing in disguise.

Only after completing all this did she package a copy of the security footage and the bank transfer records between Eric and Lilian into an email.

There were two recipients.

One was the dean of the institute.

The other was the official email address of the Jarrow City Police Department.

The next day.

The institute held an all-hands meeting.

Everyone assumed it was to announce the failure of the Galaxy Project and to hold Grace accountable.

Colleagues who had once been friendly to Grace now couldn't distance themselves from her fast enough, afraid of being implicated.

Even Dr. Adrian Lowell was present.

He sat in a corner, a smug, gloating look on his face.

The dean walked onto the stage, his expression stern.

Everyone held their breath.

"I've called you all here today to announce something important."

The dean's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Grace.

His eyes held undisguised admiration and apology.

"First, I have some good news to share."

"The Galaxy Project, led by Dr. Grace Hart, successfully completed all core preclinical experiments this morning, achieving a groundbreaking advancement!"

What?!

So... the experiment's failure wasn't due to Ms. Hart's incompetence, but because someone was plotting behind the scenes!

Everyone's gaze immediately shifted to the deathly pale Dr. Adrian Lowell.

Although the dean hadn't named him, it didn't take a genius to figure out he was involved.

Dr. Lowell began to tremble, and a cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

His life was over.

Finally, the dean handed the microphone to Grace.

Grace took it and walked to the front of the stage.

Her cool gaze slowly swept over every shocked, guilty, and fearful face in the audience.

She didn't speak of the injustice she had suffered over the past two days, nor did she accuse anyone of their distrust.

She simply said one thing.

"It's not that I can't fight back."

"It's that I don't want to waste my time on irrelevant people and matters."

"My battlefield will always be in the laboratory."