Chapter 500
Chapter 500:
“Initiate Extreme Stress Test p>
The simulation parameters leaped. The velocity indicator screamed toward Mach 10. The holographic model of the Phantom-X began to glow at its leading edges, atmospheric friction turning it incandescent. But the structural integrity telemetry remained an astonishing, unwavering ninety-eight percent.
Isolde turned her head slowly, her gaze sweeping across the shocked faces in the room before resting for a moment on Belle.
“The laws of physics are fixed,” she said, her voice resonating with quiet power. “But imagination is fluid p>
A hush fell over the hangar.
Then an older expert on the panel, a man with a long memory, spoke in a trembling voice. “That design… it reminds me of a discarded sketch from Sophia, five years ago. But this… this is complete p>
𝖫𝘢𝗍𝖾𝘀𝘵 𝖼𝗁𝖺p𝘁еr𝘀 𝗈𝗻
Isolde’s eyes flickered for the span of a heartbeat — the only sign she had registered the name. She did not reply.
In the VIP section, Sterling’s face broke into a wide, proud grin. He began to applaud — slowly, deliberately, and without apology.
Grayson watched the woman on the stage, bathed in the light of the hologram. The aura of absolute control — of genius made manifest — was a force he had never witnessed in her before. It was both alien and intoxicatingly magnetic. He was not simply shocked by what he had thrown away. He was mesmerized by what she had become.
When the demonstration ended, the hangar plunged into three full seconds of profound silence.
Then the applause struck her like a physical wave — not polite clapping, but a thunderous, roaring ovation from sober, serious men who had just witnessed a paradigm shift.
Isolde gave a simple, graceful bow.
In the crowd, Belle’s face had gone ashen. The data didn’t lie. The reaction of the judges didn’t lie. On a purely technical level, she had been utterly and completely annihilated.
But she still had one card left to play.
Her hand, trembling slightly with rage, pulled a smartphone from her pocket. She dialed quickly and turned away from the stage, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper when the call connected.
“Initiate Plan B,” she said. “I’m reporting her for plagiarism p>
The generals didn’t even deliberate. The confetti cannons did.
As the final presentation concluded, the host walked back to the center of the stage holding a single gilded envelope. The air in the grand hall crackled with anticipation.
“After intense deliberation, our judges have reached a verdict p>
On either side of the stage, standing under the glare of the spotlights, were the two finalists: Isolde Carson and Belle Escobar — embodiments of ice and fire.
The host tore open the envelope. “The winner of this year’s Global Innovation Summit Gold Award is… Team Aether p>
For a moment, silence. Then the hall erupted. Golden confetti burst from cannons, showering the stage in a glittering rain. Harper let out a shriek of pure joy and threw her arms around Isolde in a fierce embrace.
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