Henry could no longer sit still. He shot up, asking in shock, "What do you mean? What do you mean you can log in?"
Bianca's lips turned white, and her hand tightened around her phone unconsciously.
Her heart was pounding, and a ringing filled her ears.
How could it be such a coincidence?
William had told her the odds of running into the original author were one in thirty million.
That's why, out of the dozen or so papers he had provided, she had carefully selected this one as her weapon for the graduate exam.
She needed to ensure she could beat Noreen, secure this position, and connect with Halley to leverage the resources behind him.
Besides, she had been operating this way for years without a single mistake.
How did it all go so wrong?
Bianca couldn't wrap her head around it.
But at that moment, no one in the room cared about Bianca's inner turmoil.
All eyes were on Noreen.
She borrowed a laptop from Halley, logged into the email account she hadn't used in ages, and found the email she had sent back then.
It was identical to the screenshot Bianca had provided.
Only hers was more detailed, more direct.
It wasn't a meaningless screenshot like Bianca's.
Not only that, but Noreen also opened several unread emails in the inbox from WT Business School.
Some were asking why she hadn't enrolled.
Some were asking why they couldn't reach her.
Others asked if she could provide more detailed information on the 'Black Box Investment Technique.'
Later emails even offered her generous terms: if she agreed to enroll, they would create a special honors program for her and provide full financial support.
The final email stated clearly that WT Business School would hold her admission spot indefinitely.

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