Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 574

Only Vivienne sat stiffly, her face looking dreadful, a tsunami of dark resentment and bitterness raging in her eyes.

She hadn't considered Willow a threat at all. In her mind, Willow's presentation would just be reading off a script and going through the motions. She assumed she'd have no real substance and would buckle under the weight of such a massive stage.

But as she listened to the razor-sharp logic of the presentation, hitting the core of the issue with every sentence, and stared at the flawless, comprehensive data on the screen, Vivienne's jealousy and venom practically spilled over.

Because she believed all these achievements, these patents, and these clinical breakthroughs should have belonged entirely to her.

She was the one who had noticed this case first. She had contacted the patient's family first. Yet, in the end, Willow had intercepted her and stolen the experimental and patent data. If it weren't for Willow, Vivienne would be standing on that stage right now, soaking up all the validation and praise.

But Willow had ruined everything.

Vivienne curled her hands into tight fists, struggling to keep her composure, a suffocating wave of anger crushing her chest.

She scoffed inwardly. It's a bit early to be taking a victory lap. The higher Willow stood now, the harder she was going to crash.

Right now, she wore the prestigious title of WH. She was the recognized authority of the entire industry. The moment she voiced a doubt, everyone in the room would blindly trust her judgment. Today, she was going to tear Willow down in public, rip away this fake prestige, and show everyone that her results were a complete sham. She was going to humiliate her so badly in the international academic community that Willow would regret ever stepping foot in this hall.

At the same time, at the Sinclair Group, Julian was watching the live stream alone.

On the massive HD screen, Willow's calm, unwavering demeanor was lightyears away from the quiet, sometimes timid woman he remembered.

He had just returned from his trip, and the very first thing he did was head straight for Willow.

Though he had always known her capabilities, whenever she was with him, he instinctively wanted to protect her. So he rarely got to see her like this—so radiant, so fiercely independent.

A small smile tugged at Silas's lips, his eyes brimming with pride. He admired her and was thrilled for her. Yet, deep in his gaze lay a barely contained urgency.

He tapped the back of the front seat, his deep, magnetic voice ringing with undeniable haste. "Go faster. Get me to the venue in under twenty minutes."

The driver respectfully acknowledged the order and slammed the gas pedal. The luxury car surged forward, tearing through the wind.