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    Sensing the challenge in Lance’s gaze, Elliana responded with blunt confidence, “To me, you’re nothing more than an immature boy—not even worthy of my attention.”


    “Immature boy?” Lance’s brow furrowed sharply. “Elliana, why do you act like you’re superior? I’m older than you!”


    She was barely twenty, while he was three years her senior. Though she had built the Rosa brand and achieved sess, it paled inparison to his status as a rising elite in the AI world.


    Unfazed, Elliana met his anger with candid conviction. “Age doesn’t measure a person’s value. Intelligence and skill do. Only someone like Cole is worth my attention. You’re nowhere near that level.”


    “You!” Lance’s face flushed crimson with frustration. Her words shattered his pride, leaving a hollow ache of defeat. Damn it—he actually felt beaten. Watching Elliana belittle him with such ease yet remain indifferent and unbothered stirred a painful lump in his chest, one he couldn’t shake.


    Suddenly, he stood up and pointed at Elliana. “Keep being arrogant all you want. But when I make the Seek Project a sess, let’s see if you still have the guts to talk like that!”


    Without waiting for a response, Lance stormed off, refusing to look back.


    Elliana regarded him with a cool, calcting gaze, already weaving a n in her mind. He had just pointed at her with that arrogant finger—soon enough, he would pay for that insolence.


    About an hourter, Alonso returned to the Evans Group’s AI R&D Department, apanied by his mentor.


    Emmanuel, Lance, and the entire team greeted Alonso and his mentor warmly, their enthusiasm filling the room.


    Elliana remained seated with an air of casualposure, her eyes drifting toward Alonso’s mentor. To her surprise, she recognized him immediately. The man was Dillen Perez—a protégé of one of her own protégés, which meant Alonso, a figure respected by Lance, was indirectly connected to her. This realization brought a subtle smile to her lips.


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    Just then, Dillen’s gazended on Elliana. Like Alonso, he found himself captivated by her overdone makeup and couldn’t resist asking, “Who is she?”


    Lance shot Elliana a sharp, displeased look before turning to Dillen with practiced politeness. “Mr. Perez, she’s insignificant—no need to concern yourself with her.” With a courteous gesture, he motioned forward. “Please, follow me this way.”


    Dillen, poised and steady in his forties, wasn’t as quick to be distracted as Alonso. He ignored Lance’s attempt to change the subject and continued to study Elliana intently.


    Lowering her eyes slightly, Elliana allowed Dillen to take in her appearance. They had crossed paths once before, but her current look was so different that he might not recognize her.


    Deeply engrossed in AI research, Dillen seldom noticed the world beyond his studies and likely remained unaware that she was now Cole’s wife. After a thoughtful pause, Dillen finally said, “Youngdy, you seem familiar… Have we met somewhere before?”


    Dillen’sment sent a ripple through the room.


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