Back in her car, Faye''s mind was still a nk. The courage she had mustered to calln ''brother-inw'' had now transformed into an unbearable sense of shame.


    How on earth did Vanessa maintain her rtionship with him? He had given her all of Goodwin & Co.''s shares in Yeaton Holdings. Wasn''t that a sign of love?


    Besides, three billion was nothing ton.


    Now, Faye finally understood that the rtionship betweenn and Vanessa was truly over. Vanessa''s dream of bing Mrs. Goodwin was nothing but a fantasy.


    This realization was like a soothing balm, bringing her a strange sense of satisfaction.


    When she first heard aboutn and Vanessa, she had been consumed with jealousy and envy, unable to ept that her illegitimate sister would marry better than her.


    Just now,n''s disgust at being called ''brother-inw'' made it clear that Vanessa meant nothing to him anymore. The position of Mrs. Goodwin was something Vanessa could forget about.


    With Yeaton Holdings now bankrupt, she had lost everything, but Vanessa wasn''t much better off. A dark sense of pleasure crept into Faye''s heart.


    In theb, Eleanor and Ryan were at a sterile workstation, with Callie observing nearby.


    Eleanor was focused on calibrating a system. The air, thick with the smell of disinfectant, created a tense atmosphere for the three of them.


    "Dr. Sutton, all parameters are calibrated. Everything is ready," Ryan said, pushing


    up his sses. His tone was precise. Although he was nearly forty, his respect for Eleanor was absolute.


    Callie''s eyes gleamed with


    excitement and anticipation as she looked at the transparent monitoring chamber. An anesthetizedb monkeyy quietly inside, connected to a dense array of sensors and électrodes. On arge screen opposite them,plex brainwave signals danced as waveforms.


    Eleanor took a deep breath, her focused gaze sweeping over every data point. "The goal this time," she said calmly, "is to use the brainputer interface to


    precisely stimte specific areas of the cerebral cortex and observe whether it produces a measurable conscious response to external


    At that moment, behind the ss of the darkened observation room outside theb,


    a tall, slender figure stood watching quietly. It wasn.


    He hadn''t alerted anyone to his presence, simply watching the three people at work, his gaze fixed on Eleanor.


    Eleanor didn''t notice him at all. She waspletely absorbed in her work, her fingers flying across the control panel as she input a series ofmands.


    Eleanor waspletely unaware of the intense gaze from beyond the window. Her entire being was one with the instruments and data before her Her, fingers pressed the finalmand on the control panel. "Initiating simtion signal


    injection," she announced, her eyes glued to the screen.


    Outside the ss,n stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, his posture as straight as a pine tree. The dim light traced the sharp lines of his profile, and aplex, conflicted expression flickered across his face as his deep eyes remained locked on Eleanor.


    Just then, an excited expression appeared on Ryan''s face inside theb. "We have a response! Specific activation in the cortical region. The feedback signal has exceeded the normal threshold!"


    Eleanor immediately leaned in to examine the detailed data, while Callie quickly recorded all parameter changes. The three of them worked seamlessly on the next step.<pn nced at his watch. He took onest, deep look at the figurepletely immersed in scientific exploration, then turned and left as quietly as he had arrived, without disturbing anyone.