My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 535

With a single sentence, Seraphina ruthlessly crushed the momentum Group B had just built, pinning them back into their seats.

Melody pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes darkening as she stared at Seraphina in absolute silence.

Seymour frowned. "Lead Simmons, Group B has already provided a viable path for stability testing. On what grounds are you claiming it can't reach mass production?"

Seraphina clicked to the second slide. Several sets of highlighted red data and risk curves materialized on the screen.

She pointed at the scenario indexes. "Under these five scenarios, the system will collapse during batch testing."

Committee Member Chen stopped flipping through his packet. "Did you run supplementary simulations?"

Zachary seamlessly linked his laptop to the projection. "We did. The raw data is right here. The margin of error isn't six percent. It's eighteen point seven percent."

A collective gasp echoed through the conference room.

Liam's face went completely pale. "That's impossible. We recalculated it four times this morning."

Winona dropped her pen onto the desk with a sharp clatter. "Being wrong four times is certainly a form of effort."

Liam's lips moved, but he didn't dare argue back.

Melody stood up, desperately maintaining her professional facade. "Seraphina, different simulation models will naturally yield different results. Your team just joined the project today. You couldn't possibly understand the Langford Group's specific hardware constraints."

Seraphina stared right back at her. "That is exactly why I used the Langford Group's own hardware constraint parameters."

Melody planted both hands firmly on the desk, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at Seraphina, utterly speechless.

Gabe slid a digital authorization log to the center of the table. "The Technical Committee unlocked the interface at 2:20 PM. Group B used the outdated parameters, while Group A used the latest version. Would you like to check the database logs first, Melody?"

Seymour's face visibly drained of color.

Outdated parameters.

Those two words were infinitely more lethal than 'never reaching mass production'.

Using the wrong parameters on a technical project meant, at best, a scrapped proposal. At worst, it meant sinking millions of dollars into a completely unrecoverable black hole.

Landon turned to Seymour, his voice dangerously low. "Is there an internal synchronization issue within the division?"

Cold sweat prickled down Seymour's spine. "I'll look into it immediately."

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