Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 536

Smith stared at her, paralyzed for a solid ten seconds as his brain tried to process the claim.

WH.

It was a name he had chased for years across the global biotech landscape, scouring academic hubs and elite forums for the elusive genius. Relying entirely on anonymous posts, WH had provided cutting-edge theories and unorthodox experimental tweaks that accurately predicted major industry shifts. WH had even pinpointed fatal flaws in Smith's own core projects. Yet, the mastermind remained hidden, refusing to show their face or engage in private messages.

He had envisioned WH as a reclusive academic titan or a grizzled veteran researcher. Not once had he connected that brilliant mind to the polished, youthful Vivienne standing before him.

When Smith finally spoke, his voice was dangerously low, laced with extreme caution and heavy skepticism. "You're claiming you are WH?"

There was no awe. No joy. Only raw suspicion.

Vivienne met his piercing stare, feigning perfect serenity. She gave a slight nod. "I am."

With practiced grace, she picked up the French press and poured him a fresh cup of coffee, sliding it gently across the table. "Professor, please, have a seat and drink some coffee."

She executed the entire sequence flawlessly, radiating calm confidence without a trace of panic.

Smith raised a hand, rejecting the peace offering with blunt force. "Save it. I don't care about your hospitality. I only care about the truth."

Having established her noble intentions, she smoothly transitioned into playing the victim. "But I never anticipated being dragged into this nightmare. I was maliciously framed, my reputation smeared in the shadows, and now the projects I bleed for are on the verge of collapse. I had no other choice but to step into the light and fight for a fair chance to clear my name."

Her logic was airtight, blending emotional appeal with rational justification. It perfectly excused her suspicious silence, leaving almost no room for attack.

But Smith was a man who lived and died by hard data. He never drew conclusions from pretty speeches.

His gaze remained razor-sharp, his defenses fully raised. "Your explanation sounds plausible. But words are cheap. Half the industry would kill to claim the title of WH. I'm not going to believe you just because you spun a good story."

"I know you value empirical evidence. You never accept empty claims," Vivienne replied smoothly. She didn't flinch, welcoming his scrutiny. "Test me. Ask me anything. I can answer every single detail that only the real WH would know."