Henry could no longer sit still. He shot up, asking in shock, "What do you mean? What do you mean you can log in?"


    Bianca''s lips turned white, and her hand tightened around her phone unconsciously.


    Her heart was pounding, and a ringing filled her ears.


    How could it be such a coincidence?


    William had told her the odds of running into the original author were one in thirty million.


    That''s why, out of the dozen or so papers he had provided, she had carefully selected this one as her weapon for the graduate exam.


    She needed to ensure she could beat Noreen, secure this position, and connect with Halley to leverage the resources behind him.


    Besides, she had been operating this way for years without a single mistake.


    How did it all go so wrong?


    Bianca couldn''t wrap her head around it.


    But at that moment, no one in the room cared about Bianca''s inner turmoil.


    All eyes were on Noreen.


    She borrowed aptop from Halley, logged into the email ount she hadn''t used in ages, and found the email she had sent back then.


    It was identical to the screenshot Bianca had provided.


    Only hers was more detailed, more direct.


    It wasn''t a meaningless screenshot like Bianca''s.


    Not only that, but Noreen also opened several unread emails in the inbox from WT Business School.


    Some were asking why she hadn''t enrolled.


    Some were asking why they couldn''t reach her.


    Others asked if she could provide more detailed information on the ''ck Box Investment Technique.''


    Later emails even offered her generous terms: if she agreed to enroll, they would create a special honors program for her and provide full financial support.


    The final email stated clearly that WT Business School would hold her admission spot indefinitely.


    She could enroll whenever she wished.


    Noreen had never seen these emails before.


    The day she decided to give up on studying abroad, she had never logged into that email ount again.


    In ire Chase''s words, she was stubborn, always seeing things through to the bitter end.


    She never thought she would have a reason to open it again yearster.


    She did all of this while connected to the projector, leaving no room for doubt or deception.


    The reporter filmed the entire thing, not missing a single frame.


    When they were first assigned to cover this story at the university, they had been unenthusiastic thinking it wouldn''t be a major news event.


    Now, they were ecstatic, practically shoving the camera in Bianca''s face.


    The moment Bianca saw Noreen sessfully log in, a chill shot straight to the top of her head.


    Jude, who had been a bit slow on the uptake, finally put the pieces together.


    He stammered, "So... does this count as academic fraud?"


    Bianca wanted to deny it, but her throat felt constricted, and she couldn''t make a sound.


    Despite the cold day, ayer of sweat broke out on her forehead.


    It took all her strength for Bianca to remain standing.


    She instinctively turned, habitually looking to Seth for help.


    Every time before, he had alwayse to her rescue.


    This time, too, she pinned her hopes on him.


    Though they were only a couple of meters apart, she found she couldn''t see his face clearly.


    Seth''s eyes were a silent, indifferent void, with faint ripples stirring beneath the calm surface.


    "So, you''re saying this paper was


    originally written by Noreen eighthet


    years ago and was giarized by Bianca eight yearster?"


    "We heard Bianca is a PhD in Finance from WT Business School. Was that PhD


    earned legitimately?"


    1.n


    "Your actions don''t just concern you personally; they damage the reputation of our nation''s schrszin the international academicmunity. Did you ever consider that your shortcuts would disgrace your peers who work hard and- maintain their integrity?"