Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 552

Just as Willow expected, the account issue was indeed Vivienne's doing.

But what caught her off guard was that Vivienne's ambition went far beyond stealing research and hijacking her fame. She had the sheer audacity to publicly announce that she was WH.

Piggybacking on her stellar performance at the recent summit, combined with the gold-standard prestige of the mysterious WH identity, Vivienne instantly took the bio-research world by storm.

Major industry media and academic forums blew up overnight, with her face dominating every front page. Industry insiders marveled; no one expected someone as young as Vivienne to be the hidden god of their field.

Overnight, titles like "The Stunning Genius Scholar" and "The Most Beautiful Researcher" rained down on her. In just a few days, Vivienne was thrust into a blindingly bright spotlight.

Even Julian, who had been icing her out lately, changed his tune. He came home to have dinner with her for the first time in ages. "I had no idea you were WH. Why didn't you ever mention it?"

Vivienne lowered her eyes, her face the picture of modest indifference, though she couldn't hide the secret triumph in her gaze. She smoothly delivered the lines she'd rehearsed a thousand times. "Julian, you know me. I've never wanted to rely on empty titles. I don't care about that stuff. To me, doing the research and getting solid results is enough. I didn't want to use it for attention. If it wasn't for this huge misunderstanding, I never would have revealed myself."

"Oh, really?" Julian arched a brow. "I didn't know you thought like that."

Vivienne kept up the act. "Actually, I have a lot of thoughts I just haven't had the chance to share with you. If you have time, we can talk about them more."

There was nothing Vivienne could do about it except seethe in frustration.

In the grand hotel suite, the heavy blackout curtains were drawn tight against the city's neon glow. Only the warm interior lights illuminated the mess strewn across the room, making it look all the more glaring.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of their passion, mixed with a faint trace of tobacco.

Vivienne turned her back to the sprawling bed, her posture rigid. She didn't possess an ounce of post-coital relaxation. With her eyes downcast, her fingers moved with cold efficiency as she buttoned her shirt, dressing herself piece by piece. "What is it going to take to win over that stubborn old fool Smith? I've gone this far, and everyone else believes me. Why won't he?"