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    Dillen nodded solemnly. “From what I see, restarting the project is the only viable option.”


    Alonso turned to Lance with an apologetic expression. “Mr. Perez and I did all we could.”


    Lance exhaled slowly, his face lined with frustration. “We’ve long known that this w was nearly impossible to fix. We have no choice now but to ept the oue—scrapping the project.”


    Lance bitterly epted the oue. After all, Dillen wasn’t just any expert. He was a government-developed elite. If he said the issue was beyond repair, then it truly meant the problem had reached a dead end. Across the room, Emmanuel slumped into a nearby chair, buried his face in his hands, and let out a string of defeated sighs. The rest of the team stood frozen, faces pale and shoulders drooping in shared dismay.


    After a long pause, Dillen spoke again, his tone more thoughtful this time. “I heard the investment in this project reached twenty billion. Scrapping it would be a massive loss—not just in money, but in time, talent, and hope. It would be a tragedy to watch the efforts of hundreds of people vanish into dust.” He turned toward Emmanuel. “Mr. Evans, if you permit, I’d like to bring in my mentor. Perhaps he can give it a shot.”


    Elliana, still seated calmly, smirked to herself. Calling for another mentor? Seriously?


    But unlike her, Emmanuel looked up, his eyes flickering with a renewed spark. “Mr. Perez, may I ask who your mentor is?”


    Dillen answered without hesitation, “Hutton Tucker. He once led teams at the National AI Research Institute and is widely considered one of the sharpest minds in the field today. His skills far surpass mine. If anyone can salvage this project, it’s him.”


    He paused and then added, “And there’s one more important thing—Mr. Tucker was once a protégé of River.”


    “River?” Lance repeated, his eyes lighting up. “Do you mean River, whose theories shaped modern artificial intelligence? The legend in the AImunity?”


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    Dillen smiled and nodded. “Yes. That River.”


    Lance lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “River is my lifelong idol! Even if I never get the chance to meet River, meeting River’s protégé would be an honor. Mr. Perez, please introduce us to Mr. Tucker.”


    With every eye in the room fixed on him, Dillen pulled out his phone, stepped away from the group, and quietly made a call. A few minutester, he returned, looking pleased. “I exined everything to Mr. Tucker,” he said. “He’s intrigued. He loves a good challenge, and lucky for us, his schedule’s clear. He’s on his way now. Let’s hang tight.”


    That bit of news lit a spark among the group. Their excitement erupted as they waited for Hutton’s arrival with growing anticipation.


    Today marked an unusual day for the AI R&D Department of the Evans Group. Leading figures in the field hade over one after another. Alonso’s presence had already been a major win. His involvement brought in Dillen, and now, thanks to Dillen, they were about to receive none other than Hutton himself—a towering figure in the AI world.


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