Chapter 560

Chapter 560:

She picked up the remote. A single click zoomed the massive screen in on a small, almost invisible corner of the schematic. She pointed to a peculiar symbol.

“This,” Isolde said, her voice carrying the cold finality of a verdict, “is my signature abbreviation. I-S. For Isolde p>

She let the two letters hang in the air.

The collective gasp that followed was immediate — and then the hall erupted. It was a smoking gun. The most undeniable, arrogant proof of theft imaginable.

“It’s a coincidence!” Belle shrieked from the front row, her composure finally shattering entirely. “Security — get her off the stage! Get her out of here p>

Before any security guard could move, a powerful voice cut through the noise.

“Who dares touch her p>

Arland Roth rose from his seat, a microphone in his hand. The silver-haired chairman of SkyLine Aerospace stood with complete, unhurried authority, and the hall fell instantly silent. He walked calmly toward the stage.

“Since we appear to be clearing things up,” Arland said, his gaze moving deliberately across the stunned faces in the room, “I suppose I’ll stop pretending as well.” He paused. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce SkyLine’s new Chief Architect — the mind behind our next generation of aerospace technology, codenamed Sophia. Ms. Isolde Carson p>

Sophia.

The name detonated in the room. In the world of aerospace engineering, it was spoken only in legend — a ghost, a genius, an innovator who had vanished from the grid years ago and left an industry scrambling in her wake.

𝗗𝗈𝘄ոl𝘰𝗮𝖽 рD𝖥𝗌 𝘧𝗿е𝗲 о𝘯

Isolde met the hundreds of stunned faces looking back at her.

“What InnoTech calls independent research and development,” she said, her voice precise and laced with contempt, “is nothing more than the work I discarded two years ago. And what is more — it is miscopied work p>

She gestured back to the schematic behind her.

“That abandoned reflux valve design will cause the engine to stall at thirty thousand feet. If InnoTech had proceeded to mass production—” She paused, allowing the silence to do its work. “You would be manufacturing flying coffins p>

The words settled over the room like a cold front. The airline representatives went pale. Sterling turned directly to Belle, his expression grim and final.

“InnoTech will receive formal notice. All pre-orders are cancelled. We require a complete reassessment of every aspect of our partnership p>

Belle sank into her chair as though her strings had been cut at once. It was over. All of it.

Daron McKnight attempted to mount some kind of defense, but two stern-faced security guards took him by the arms and escorted him swiftly from the hall.

Isolde stood alone in the spotlight.

The bandage on her cheek and the faint tremor of exhaustion in her body only served to make the unbroken strength in her eyes more striking. The contrast was not weakness. It was proof.

From the audience, Grayson watched her, his knuckles white against the armrest of his chair. A storm moved through him — searing regret, admiration that bordered on awe, and underneath it all, a dark and primal possessiveness that surprised him with its force.

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