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Chapter 635
Chapter 635:
The boy examined the bottle, then looked at her. He took it.
“Thank you,” he said. “I am Leo. Leo Harrington p>
Isolde’s eyes flickered. Harrington. The Harrington family controlled one of the largest and most ruthless venture capital firms on the Eastern Seaboard — apex predators in the financial world.
Before she could respond, the heavy doors at the end of the corridor swung open.
Effie walked out.
She was carrying her small backpack, her face relaxed, her shoulders loose. She looked completely unbothered. When she spotted Isolde, she broke into a jog.
“Mommy!” Effie called out, a bright smile spreading across her face.
Isolde knelt down and caught her daughter in a tight hug. She pulled back to look at Effie’s face.
“You’re out early,” Isolde said. “Was it too hard p>
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Effie shook her head vigorously. “No. The math was easy. It was just patterns. I checked it three times in my head p>
She turned and noticed the boy sitting on the floor. Her eyes dropped immediately to the grout lines between the tiles, tracking the equations Leo had written there. She tilted her head, her gaze moving rapidly across the numbers.
“Your coefficient of friction is wrong,” Effie said. Her voice was quiet but absolutely certain.
Leo Harrington’s head snapped up. His pale blue eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, as though she had just insulted his ancestors.
“My calculations are flawless,” Leo stated coldly.
Effie stepped closer and pointed a small finger at a specific variable in the middle of the equation.
“You used a linear model for the boundary layer,” she explained, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. “But if the velocity increases past Mach 1.2, the turbulence becomes non-linear. You have to use a differential equation there, or the whole structure collapses p>
Leo stared at the spot she was pointing at.
The corridor fell into absolute silence.
His eyes widened behind the gold-rimmed glasses. His jaw dropped a fraction of an inch. He grabbed his pencil and furiously scrawled a new equation beside the old one, substituting in the differential model Effie had described. He stared at the result.
“You are correct,” Leo whispered, genuine shock threading through his voice. The cold arrogance had vanished entirely from his face, replaced by a burning, intense curiosity. “How did you visualize the non-linear shift without graphing it p>
Effie blinked. “I just saw the shape of the numbers in my head p>
Leo stood up at once. He brushed the dust from his tailored trousers, then stepped directly up to Effie, disregarding Isolde entirely.
“What is your name?” Leo demanded.
“Effie,” she replied.
“Effie,” Leo repeated, as though testing the sound of it. “I have a theoretical problem regarding quantum entanglement that my tutors cannot solve. I require your processing power p>
Without another word, both children sat down on the floor facing each other and began speaking in a rapid, intricate language of advanced mathematics that would have sounded like pure gibberish to any ordinary listener.