NovelUSAChapter 502 Talbot Glenwood frowned. "Jeanette, is that true? Just like she said?" Jeanette shook her head quickly. "No, Uncle. Absolutely not." She turned to Citrine, her voice sharp with indignation. "These Vitaflux capsules all look the same! How can you claim the one I have is the exact one you gave away? That's a baseless accusation." A murmur of agreement rippled through the room; several people nodded, seeing her point.
A man in a crisp suit stepped forward. "She's right, President Carmichael. Ms. Iverson has a point-every Vitaflux out there looks identical. Even if you did give one away, there's no way to say for sure this is the sone." Citrine met his gaze and offered a calm, confident smile. "Ms. Iverson keeps insisting this Vitaflux was a gift from a friend, but she hasn't provided a single scrap of evidence. I, on the other hand, do have proof that this one belongs to me." As she finished, Citrine handed the Vitaflux case directly to the skeptical man. Confused but obliging, he accepted it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine addressed him politely. "Would you be willing to serve as a witness today, sir?" Then, raising her voice so everyone could hear, she declared, "There are four digits engraved on the underside of this Vitaflux: 0156." At once, the man opened the box and carefully lifted the capsule. Sure enough, the numbers 0156 were etched exactly as Citrine described.
He looked up, astonished, and announced to the crowd, "President Carmichael is right. There are four numbers engraved here-0156." He turned to Jeanette, his expression hardening with disappointment. "Ms. Iverson, I can't believe I just defended you. I didn't expect you'd stoop this low." How is this possible? How could that wretch, Citrine, have known about the numbers? Jeanette's face drained of color, then flushed red with humiliation.
She forced herself to recover, tossing out a retort. "Just because you know the number doesn't mean anything Those numbers could be a batch@ode-of course capsules made at the stwould have the scode." Her argument seemed to sway the room again; people's eyes flickered back to Citrine, uncertainty in the air. For a moment, Citrine said nothing.
Then suddenly, she burst out laughing, as if she'd just heard the world's most absurd joke. “Oh, con, Jeanette! Did you eat too many expired snacks as a kid? Do you honestly think Vitaflux is им mass-produced like candy at a supermarket?" She explained, "That's not a batch code. Those numbers are a serial number- 0156 means this is the 156th capsule taken from my lab. That's all." "Oh, so you say it's a serial number, and we're just supposed to believe you?" Jeanette was shaking with rage, her face alternating between red and pale.
Citrine shot her a cold look. "So you're just going to keep lying, huh? Blaying the shamelessfiteline. If you won't admit it, I'll show everyone the evidence." She pulled out her phone from her purse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Pay close attention, everyone."
She turned the screen to the crowd and opened the official website for the world's top medical research authority, logging into the private portal reserved for senior researchers. Before their eyes, she verified her identity with a facial scan, then pulled up the Vitaflux research report from her personal files.
Everyone crowded closer, eyes widening as they read the document. It clearly listed Citrine as the lead researcher, complete with her photo.
She tapped another tab, bringing up a detailed inventory log. "This capsule is the 156th I've personalldistributed engraved the number myself before it left my lab-the system records confirm it. It's all here: the capsule, the serial number, and the proof it was a gift from me."
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