She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 241

“Your teacher is right,” Evelyn said, smiling as she stroked Lila’s hair.

She had meticulously prepared both her and Lila’s outfits and performance for the evening. How could Melanie possibly compare?

That Cleopatra costume of Melanie’s… who knows where she bought it, but up close, the material was clearly cheap.

Besides, a Cleopatra costume wasn’t exactly suitable for playing the piano.

The more Evelyn thought about it, the more convinced she was that she couldn’t lose.

Since Evelyn had just performed “Ode to Joy” with Lila, most of the guests’ attention was still focused on the black grand piano in the center of the hall.

Coincidentally, Melanie’s striking Cleopatra costume drew even more eyes, making her and the piano the undeniable center of attention.

Bryant had naturally overheard what Evelyn said to Dominic about Melanie being a copycat.

He agreed completely.

In fact, Evelyn had said it for Bryant’s benefit.

The reason she’d directed the comment at Dominic instead of Bryant was to make it seem more like a spontaneous, off-the-cuff remark.

Bryant’s eyes were fixed on Melanie, not wavering for a second.

He felt no sympathy for her.

Evelyn had simply played a piece on the piano with Lila, and Melanie couldn’t stand it, so she had to copy her.

It was easy to imagine how many things that should have belonged to Evelyn were snatched away by Melanie in their daily work and life.

The more Bryant thought about it, the angrier he became, his hand tightening around the stem of his champagne flute.

Dominic wasn’t calm either.

But rather than being annoyed that Melanie was copying Evelyn, he was looking forward to hearing her play.

Bryant felt his heart skip a beat.

“Scientific research is a reflection of one's character. If you lack vision, you’ll fall into the trap of broad generalizations and reach the wrong conclusions.”

The piano music was melodic and beautiful, but Melanie’s words were sharp and to the point.

“Your Project NovaGate… claims to have national coverage, but samples from Averin alone make up seventy percent. Other smaller cities account for less than ten percent, and the more remote the city, the fewer samples you have. In statistics, this is called ‘selection bias.’ The resulting ‘pediatric genetic atlas’ is incomplete.”

Bryant’s eyes widened.

“Furthermore, gene expression changes with environment and age. Your portrait database is more like a collection of ‘static snapshots,’ yet you’re trying to predict a ‘dynamic movie.’”

“And then there’s your ethical data firewall. You’ve collected a massive amount of genetic data, but it’s severely disconnected from clinical phenotypes and family environment data. The genetic portraits have become soulless images, unable to answer the core question of under what circumstances a genetic mutation might lead to disease.”

Seeing the color drain from Bryant’s face, Evelyn gloated internally.

This Melanie had already offended her senior colleague because of her, and now she was doubling down, daring to publicly criticize a government project he was in charge of? What was she thinking?