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    She didn’t care what the institute staff thought of her personally—but she wasn’t about to let her name bring shame to the ce either.


    “Sharon, Josie… you two should rest. I’ll go alone.”<fn7593> For original chapters go to f?ndnovel</fn7593>


    The moment she said that, Sharon shot upright. “Alone? Are you kidding? This is a foreign country. What if something happens out there?”


    Josie, already changed into herfy clothes, chimed in, “No way we’re letting you go by yourself. We go as a team. More people means more backup.”


    Ste had a hard time turning them down, so in the end, she left the hotel with Sharon and Josie, heading toward the address they had found.


    The architecture in this part of town waspletely different from back home. Every neighborhood looked like its own little self-containedmunity.


    Soon enough, they pulled up in front of the listed address.


    As they stepped out of the car, two neat rows of ne trees lined the avenue, their leaves rustling in the breeze. It looked like something out of a painting—but Ste didn’t have the time or mood to admire it.


    They walked up to Vi No. 163, and Ste took a deep breath.


    Clutching the stack of documents she had carefully organized, she rang the doorbell.


    A momentter, a middle-aged woman opened the door.


    Ste offered a polite smile. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Jimenez. Is he home?”


    The woman returned the smile, though hers held a hint of curiosity. “Why are you looking for Jimenez?”


    Ste exined the situation as briefly as she could. “I just really need him to confirm that this report wasn’t released five years ago—and to rify that I didn’t giarize his work.”


    She half expected the woman to shut the door on her.


    But instead, the woman blinked, visibly surprised. “Well then, why don’t you alle in first?” She stepped aside and led them into the living room.


    After listening to the full story, the woman looked stunned. “You’re saying Jimenez’s project oveps with yours by eighty percent?”


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    Ste gave a helpless nod, pulling out her past project materials. “These are mine. I’m just hoping Mr. Jimenez can take a look and tell me if this really came out five years ago.”


    The woman’s expression shifted. “Of course not,” she said calmly. “Actually… I’m Jimenez. That project? I only wrote itst month. How on earth did it suddenly turn into five years ago?”


    Jimenez frowned slightly. Five years ago, she had been just an ordinary person who knew nothing about that subject, so how could she havepleted such a professional project?


    Ste froze. She hadn’t expected this twist.


    “You’re… Jimenez?” she asked in disbelief. “But the records showed a man.”


    Jimenez waved a hand, looking almost amused. “That’s my husband. I didn’t want to deal with unwanted attention or have to speak publicly about the project, so I used his photo on the records.”


    That threw all three of them for a loop. After a beat of stunned silence, Ste quickly gathered herself.


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