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."

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