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    Sheri winced as pain shot through her, rendering her powerless, still seated on the floor. “That’s my stuff! I hadn’t said you stole from me in front of everyone!”


    Despite her weakness, Sheri clung to her distortion of the truth. “Everyone saw you snatch it from me!”


    Sheri’s stubborn denial garnered support, even from Shelton. Seeing Sheri’s pained expression on the ground, Shelton leaned toward trusting Sheri. “Supernatural Doctor, what did you take from Sheri? Can you just return it?”


    Norah spread out her hands, the white porcin bottle resting in her palm. “Why would Sheri have a bottle exclusive to myb? Clearly, she’s the thief, taking it from my backpack!” Norah used.


    Pointing at the bottom of the bottle, Norah added, “See this? My custom porcin bottle. I’ve etched symbols at the bottom. Sheri, what’s inscribed here? Tell everybody!”


    Indeed, there were two words at the bottle’s base, unknown to those onlookers, who all shook their heads.


    “Sheri, you imed it’s yours. What’s written there?” Someone urgently needed Sheri to prove herself after speaking for her. “I recall Supernatural Doctor using simr porcin bottles before. Are they exclusive to her?”


    “Sounds right,” murmured the researchers, swayed by the appearance of the bottle and Norah’s demeanor.


    Sheri, thinking it was just another porcin bottle, had the audacity to use Norah. Little did she know about the exclusive inscription. Worse, she couldn’t make out those two words at the base.


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    “I don’t remember the words, but it’s mine. Are you trying to take it from me, right within the research institute?” Sheri challenged, a hint of defiance in her voice.


    Norah’s gaze turned steely. Sheri was unrepentantly insisting on her im even when faced with evidence. Seeing herck of repentance, Norah didn’t see any reason to show mercy.


    “Fine. Let’s involve the police. They’ll decide whose it is. And for your information, I’ve got many such bottles in myb. If you can’t pick yours out, stop babbling!” Arms crossed, Norah’s stare pierced Sheri with cold resolve.


    Sheri, in her institute’s white gown, should’ve been dedicating herself to her project, not resorting to theft and deceit. Had Norah not been so astute, she would have failed to realize that her bag had been tampered with.


    Sheri trembled slightly and knew full well her wrongdoing in taking the porcin bottle from Norah—no two ways about it. She had been banking on Norah’s imminent departure, thinking she could take Norah’s belongings and pull off the research solo. She figured if anything came of it, her name would be right up there in the credits.


    But just when victory seemed within reach, Norah’s grip tightened around Sheri’s wrist, exposing her in front of everyone.


    Regrets flooded Sheri’s mind. If only she’d been a little more cautious, perhaps Norah wouldn’t have caught her in the act of her scheme.


    Caught in the spotlight, there was no way Sheri was going to admit to her theft. “I won’t call the police as long as you give it back to me.”


    “It’s rightfully mine,” Norah retorted, each word dripping with defiance.


    Norah’s expression darkened, her gaze piercing. “Mr. Davis, call the cops. It seems the head of the project teams at this research institute here has a habit of snatching what isn’t hers. You might want to dig into her past to see if this isn’t a recurring theme,” Norah dered, her words a sharp jab at Sheri’s integrity.


    At this moment, it was hard not to question whether Sheri had built her career on the backs of others’ work, stealing their achievements to bolster her own. Such conduct was anathema in academic circles!


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