Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 534

Driven by a deep, agonizing resentment, Vivienne’s determination hit a fever pitch. She relentlessly pressured her contacts, and surprisingly, they delivered.

Her team notified her that they had successfully extracted the backend data. They handed over the login credentials and the entire history of the WH account. Vivienne didn't waste a second; she logged in immediately.

GeneEdit Nexus prided itself on ultimate privacy. It required no identity verification, relying solely on email bindings. There was zero traceability, making it impossible to uncover the user's real identity. Because of this, Vivienne slipped right into WH's profile without setting off any alarms.

A clean, minimalist interface loaded onto her screen.

The profile was entirely barren—no bio, no avatar, no personal updates. It was a ghost town. The account's activity was equally sparse. There were barely eight responses in total. Yet, those few sparse posts dominated the forum's trending charts, permanently pinned to the top of the page.

Scrolling through, Vivienne realized every single answer was a masterclass in flawless logic and hyper-advanced foresight, perfectly dissecting the most complex bottlenecks in molecular gene editing. Even after all this time, leading scholars were still bookmarking the posts and debating the theories.

Vivienne leaned closer to the monitor, stripping away her usual lazy arrogance. Her gaze turned laser-focused, scanning every inch of the text. She filtered out the Q&As directly involving Mr. Smith and began tearing them apart, studying every syllable.

She was entirely consumed. Deep down, she realized she had never worked this hard in her life—not even when cramming for her most brutal university exams. She never thought she had this kind of relentless grind in her.

But if it meant earning Smith's total trust and flipping the board on her enemies, the grueling effort was worth it. Vivienne's mind raced with the possibilities. She was going to devour WH’s entire academic persona, mirror her thought process perfectly, and usurp her throne.

"No wonder Smith is so obsessed," she muttered to herself as she read. "This is genius-level processing."

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