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Chapter 648
Chapter 648:
A sudden, loud gasp rose from the crowd gathered around the scoreboard.
“Look at the top!” a man shouted.
Isolde straightened and took Effie’s hand. She looked toward the board. She didn’t need to push through the crowd to know what it said.
She already knew exactly whose name was sitting at the absolute pinnacle.
The crowd around the massive scoreboard was a chaotic sea of pointing fingers and flashing smartphone cameras. The press of bodies pushing forward made the air hot and close.
“Unbelievable,” a father muttered, shaking his head as he stared at the top of the list.
Printed in bold, black ink on the very first line, occupying the undisputed rank of Number One, were two names tied with perfect scores.
𝗥𝘰𝗆aո𝘤𝖾 𝗻о𝘃𝗲𝗅𝗌 оn.со𝗆
1. Effie Carson — 100 PTS (Advanced Logic Optimization) 1. Leo Harrington — 100 PTS (Advanced Logic Optimization)
The crowd’s eyes drifted naturally down the list, scanning the names of the supposed elite — past the top ten, past the top twenty, fingers tracing the columns of descending numbers.
They found the Lancaster heir near the very bottom of the second page.
50. Kaiden Lancaster — 42 PTS
It was a humiliating, catastrophic failure. He had barely scraped past the minimum threshold to avoid automatic disqualification. For a child backed by Ivy League tutors and millions of dollars in corporate sponsorship, ranking fiftieth was a public execution.
Belle Escobar stood on the outer edge of the crowd, staring at the number fifty beside Kaiden’s name. Her vision tunneled. A high-pitched ringing filled her ears. Her stomach cramped so violently she had to press her hand against her abdomen.
She already knew exactly what would happen tomorrow. The Wall Street Journal and the New York Post would run side-by-side columns juxtaposing InnoTech’s massive funding requests with the undeniable, mathematical proof that its leadership was incompetent and fraudulent. She was going to be the laughingstock of Manhattan.
Kaiden saw his name. He saw the number.
He didn’t scream this time. He let out a breathless, high-pitched whine, like a kicked dog, then spun around, shoved his way violently through the legs of the surrounding adults, and bolted toward the heavy glass exit doors of the Javits Center.
“Kaiden!” Belle shrieked, her voice cracking.
She cast one last, venomous glare at Isolde’s back, hiked up her designer skirt, and sprinted after the boy, her high heels clicking frantically against the concrete.
Isolde ignored them entirely. She stood near the quiet corridor, away from the crushing crowd.
Leo Harrington walked out of the mass of people, adjusting his suit jacket with the unhurried composure of someone entirely unbothered by chaos. He walked straight up to Effie, stopped, stood perfectly straight, and extended his right hand.
“Congratulations, Effie,” Leo said, his tone formal but carrying a genuine warmth. “Your execution of that memory protocol was highly efficient. I respect your code p>
Effie looked at his hand, then reached out and shook it firmly.