"What on earth are you talking about?" Hank hadn''t expected such a scene either.


    Worried that Mr. Monks would get angry, he turned his head to look at Calvin, his tone very displeased, "Mr. Calvin, what exactly are you ying at? How could you say such things to Mr. Monks?"


    Reprimanded, Calvin was sweating profusely, inwardly cursing Mirabe countless times. He hurriedly apologized, "I''m terribly sorry, it must be because our students haven''t been exposed to much, to speak without thinking."


    Zane, listening by, was quite unhappy, "Mr. Calvin, perhaps it''s you who should watch your words?"


    Although he too was taken aback by Mirabe''s words, as her teacher, he felt the need to protect her reputation no matter what.


    Calvin nced coldly at Zane, "Don''t forget why you''re here."


    Zane stiffened, knowing that Mr. Calvin was warning him with the matter of patents and research papers. His fingers clenched then rxed, and finally, he just looked anxiously at Mirabe.


    Mirabe took in Zane''s reaction and Calvin''s attitude, guessing that Calvin must have some leverage over him, forcing him topromise.


    Even the project had be the property of the tech academy.


    At that moment, the person sitting opposite, J, spoke up, "Do you have some grudge against me?"


    "You''re rather overestimating yourself," Mirabe said dismissively, her tone undeniably scornful.


    At this, Hank, frustrated, massaged his forehead. He couldn''t care less about anything else and instructed his assistant, "Zach, quickly take her out."


    After saying this, he repeatedly apologized to Mr. Monks.


    The assistant was also nervous; he hurriedly approached Mirabe, extending his hand to grab her arm. However, upon catching Mirabe''s gaze, his hand unconsciously froze mid-air, as if he were immobilized.


    Hank called out to Zach again, who then seemed to snap back to reality. Yet, he never reached out to drag Mirabe away, only whispering to her, "Pleasee with me."


    But Mirabe remained seated, unmoved.


    J, on the other hand, wasn''t angry.


    Looking at Mirabe, he felt a


    strange sense of familiarity in the way she spoke. He raised his hand to stop Hank, who was still


    ve?


    apologizing, and said with a hint of confusion, "Have we met before?"


    Mirabe''s lips curled in a mocking sneer, devoid of any warmth, "With eyes so blind, how could we have met?"


    Eyes so blind... J''s pupils dted in realization, "You..."


    Mirabe didn''t give J a chance to speak, coldly interrupting, "If you want to talk about the database, it depends on whether you have the sincerity."


    With that, she stood up, not giving anyone else a nce, simply called out to Zane, and walked out.


    Her silhouette was sharp, exuding a strong presence.


    Zane snapped out of it, his emotionsplex, and hurriedly followed her out of the conference room.


    As soon as they left, the atmosphere in the conference room grew even more awkward, especially for Hank. He had never encountered someone so tactless, feeling a surge of anger burning within him.


    Taking a deep breath, Hank


    managed to suppress his anger, looking at Mr. Monks, he leaned in slightly, "Mr. Monks, I''m truly sorry about today''s incident. It''s our fault, the child is naive, seeking revenge over a trivial matter. Rest assured, we will handle it."


    J, snapping back from his shock, caught Hank''s mention of ''handling it,'' his eyes


    suddenly shing with danger, "Handle? Who do you n to handle?"