His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 119

The corridors were buzzing with staff rushing to finalize preparations for the summit’s keynote session.

Chisholm was waiting at the backstage entrance. As soon as he saw her, he handed her a detailed run-of-show document.

"The data, the raw logs, the version archives, the timeline comparisons—they’re all locked into the main projection system. I had the slides reformatted three times to match your exact specifications."

"I'll open with the host's welcome, followed by a few expert panels. Then, I'll invite you on stage. You can use your project presentation to officially destroy the plagiarism allegations."

Whitley walked over to the control deck and meticulously reviewed every file.

On the monitor, years of her hard work scrolled past: handwritten experimental notes, raw equipment logs, and molecular structure deductions. The timestamps were flawless, tracking the project from its earliest conceptual phase to the final model. Every piece of the puzzle locked together perfectly, leaving zero room for the accusation that she had copied anyone.

She even had the email threads and discussion logs with her professors from years ago.

Her fingers traced the familiar data points, her eyes calm and resolute.

"It’s perfect," she said steadily. "We proceed as planned."

Chisholm nodded. "Take a seat in the green room. I'll call you when it's time."

"We've got corporate executives out there, but more importantly, several top-tier academicians and heads of national laboratories. When they see this and speak up, the narrative will flip instantly."

Whitley murmured her agreement and found a quiet corner in the lounge to rest her eyes. The ambient chatter from the venue drifted in, mostly revolving around the VIP guests.

She overheard snatches of gossip mentioning that the esteemed academicians were secretly scouting for a protégé today.

That news had sent shockwaves through the industry. Becoming the direct student of one of these titans meant instant access to elite resources, platforms, and connections. It was a golden ticket to the top.

Yelena had clearly heard the rumors. Her eyes practically glowing with ambition, she was aggressively circling the veteran scientists, showing off her polished resume and speaking with the utmost elegance. She looked determined to win.

The crowd immediately agreed. "You are way too kind, Ms. Nash. Anyone else would have sued her."

"Exactly. To defend her after she robbed you... you have a heart of gold."

Whitley looked at Yelena's sickeningly sweet performance and felt a wave of absolute disgust. A cold smile touched her lips as she firmly yanked her arm out of Yelena’s grasp, not saying a single word.

Anyone could put on a show. But the truth couldn't be faked.

Moments later, the keynote session began.

After the host finished the introductions, Chisholm took the stage. He briefly outlined the industry trends before his tone shifted to something much more serious.

"Next, I would like to invite Ms. Whitley Nash—a brilliant mind with profound expertise in molecular design—to share her latest research. At the same time, she will officially address the recent allegations of plagiarism that have been circulating within our industry."