Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 537

"Oh? Is that so?" Smith arched an eyebrow, a spark of genuine intrigue cutting through his skepticism. "Then why don't you go ahead and prove it to me?"

Vivienne took a steadying breath. Drawing on the sleepless nights she spent memorizing WH's entire digital footprint, she launched into her prepared evidence. "Let's start with the core thesis from the Global Bio-Innovation Summit. In the third quarter of last year, your team hit a massive wall regarding the targeted vector penetration rate. WH posted a short, anonymous critique on the forum. I didn't write a long thesis. I just pointed out a niche modification: ditching the traditional single-layer liposomes and utilizing bidirectional block copolymers for the modification."

She paused, ensuring Smith was following her logic before driving the point home. "At the time, I was the only person on the entire forum to propose that concept. No one agreed with me because it was considered far too radical. But your team tested it privately, verified the results, and sent a direct message thanking me. That exchange has zero public record. It is completely impossible for an outsider to know about it."

Hearing this, Smith's pupils contracted. His posture shifted, growing distinctly more serious.

The detail was hyper-classified. It had never been published. The only people who possessed that knowledge were the ones directly involved.

"That did happen," he admitted bluntly.

Riding the momentum, Vivienne pushed harder. She was basically plagiarizing, but she had the lines down cold. "Next is my rhetorical style. Whenever WH posts anonymously, I never use the vague, standard industry jargon. I strictly use precise, operational phrasing like 'pre-calibration of variable thresholds' and 'gradient compression of control groups.' And at the end of every single critique, I instinctively add a very specific disclaimer: 'Only based on in vitro data, not applicable to in vivo clinical scenarios.'"

These weren't things someone could just Google. It was the distinct fingerprint of someone who lived and breathed the work, a habit only the original author could wield so naturally.

She knew Smith would recognize the truth in that.

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