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Chapter 638
Chapter 638:
She looked at the head judge. Her eyes were completely still, radiating a cold, lethal pressure that made the man instinctively step back.
“If any of you lay a single finger on my daughter,” Isolde said, her voice slicing through the noise of the crowd like a razor blade, “I will ensure you spend the rest of your natural lives drowning in federal lawsuits p>
The guards hesitated, unnerved by her absolute absence of fear.
“The video is proof!” a parent yelled from the crowd. “Throw her out p>
The crowd began to surge forward, mob mentality taking over. The air grew thick with fury.
Then a small figure stepped out from behind Isolde.
Leo Harrington walked directly into the open space between Isolde and the security guards. He stood perfectly straight, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and reached into his jacket pocket. He produced a small, high-powered green laser pointer, clicked it on, and aimed the brilliant green beam directly at the LED screen above the stage.
“The video is a fabricated logical paradox,” Leo announced. His voice was high-pitched, but it carried an absolute, undeniable authority that silenced the immediate area.
He moved the green laser dot to Kaiden’s desk on the hijacked sponsor screen.
𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯
“Observe the spatial geometry,” Leo commanded the crowd. “The boy’s optical mark recognition sheet is positioned in the bottom left quadrant of his desk p>
He moved the dot to Effie’s face on the screen.
“Now observe the angle of Effie’s cervical spine and the trajectory of her ocular focus,” Leo continued, his tone carrying effortless academic condescension. “Her line of sight is elevated at an angle of approximately thirty-five degrees relative to the horizontal plane of the desks p>
The crowd went dead silent. Even Cheryl stopped yelling.
“Unless Effie possesses the biological ability to emit X-rays from her retinas and bend light around physical objects,” Leo concluded, turning to face the head judge directly, “it is physically impossible for her to have seen the paper on his desk. She was looking at the wall clock. This video is a pathetic attempt at visual manipulation p>
A murmur of realization moved through the crowd. Several engineers and mathematics teachers in the audience began nodding, recognizing the undeniable physics of the boy’s argument.
Cheryl could feel the crowd slipping away from her. She gripped the microphone so hard it whined with feedback.
“Shut up, you little brat!” she shrieked at Leo. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! She’s a cheat p>
The crowd, now deeply uncertain, erupted into loud, competing voices. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. The mob teetered on the very edge of violence.
The plaza was a powder keg of confusion and anger. Leo’s geometric breakdown had planted a seed of doubt, but the visual impact of the video still held sway over the majority of the outraged parents. Cheryl continued to scream into the microphone, her voice growing increasingly hysterical as she fought to drown out the murmuring crowd.
Then, suddenly, the microphone was gently but firmly lifted from her hand.