Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 134

On the massive screen at the center of the venue, Lottie’s number of correct answers kept climbing—breaking records with every new question.

Across the country, the live chat exploded in a frenzy.

“Who dares accuse Lottie of cheating now?”

“Ms. Harrington is finished! She’s ruined!”

…

By the hundredth question, Charles had reached his breaking point.

Desperate, he pulled out his phone and called in a favor from an expert at the Space Agency. He dictated: “Quasar redshift is 3.7, gravitational lensing produces five images. Given the Hubble constant, calculate the proportion of dark matter in the universe.”

Live chat: “What on earth is this?”

“You’d need relativity and cosmological parameters to even attempt this! In short: I’m out!”

“Who is this Lottie, anyway? Charles had to call in someone from the International Space Agency just to stump her?”

Charlotte already had the answer forming in her mind.

But seeing the host’s forehead slick with sweat, she shook her head and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know this one.”

The number on the big screen froze at a figure the other contestants could only dream of—99.

She had shattered the history of the “Ultimate Mind” competition.

At that very moment, Lottie’s social media following hit ten million—an increase of ten million in a single day, all from a niche quiz show. Even in the entertainment world, no one had ever gained followers so quickly.

As for Lena, the wager meant she now owed Lottie’s fans a staggering 87 trillion dollars.

She had to declare personal bankruptcy on the spot.

With a harsh gasp, Lena spat a mouthful of blood onto her pale face and designer gown—a shocking sight that left the audience reeling.

Xena’s face drained of color. “Darren, she’s bleeding!”

Darren’s expression shifted instantly. “Get her to the hospital. Now!”

While Xena and the bodyguards hurried Lena out, Darren’s dark eyes lingered on the spot where Charlotte had stood, his frown deepening.

The same Charlotte who once cooked homemade meals in his kitchen was now effortlessly fluent in ancient languages, mathematics, physics—even astronomy?

Charlotte’s body tensed.

So he was the one—the genius with the breakthrough in stable neural chips she’d been searching for.

“I’d like you to join N-LINK and work with us on our top research project,” Bradley offered, extending an olive branch.

Charlotte was about to reply when the doors to the private room swung open.

Darren’s tall, imposing figure appeared in the doorway, followed closely by a flustered bodyguard. “Mr. Fairchild, I’m sorry, but Mr. Harrington insisted on coming in—”

Bradley stood, gracious. “Mr. Harrington, welcome. Please, have a seat.”

Darren shook his hand, his gaze flicking to Charlotte and Ryan with a knowing smile. “Mr. Fairchild, back in the country for only a day, and you’re already charming my ex-wife?”

Bradley blinked, turning to Charlotte in surprise. “Ms. Lee, are you Mr. Harrington’s ex-wife?”

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed.

If she remembered correctly, N-LINK and the Harrington Group were fierce rivals on the international stage.

Not wanting to jeopardize her chance to collaborate with Bradley, Charlotte denied it without missing a beat. “Mr. Fairchild, I’m afraid I don’t know him.”