Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 187

There wasn’t the slightest ripple in Charlotte’s eyes.

She looked calmly toward the first judge who had spoken—Professor Fendral—who was stroking his beard, clearly relishing the thought of watching her falter and fail.

But then Charlotte’s lips parted, and she began to speak in flawless Fendralian, each word flowing effortlessly: “Regarding the issue of resonance…”

Her pace was steady, her accent so crisp it could have fooled a native.

Professor Fendral froze, his smug expression vanishing in an instant.

The audience erupted in shock. “Mrs. Fairchild actually speaks Fendralian?”

Darren’s eyes narrowed. He recalled bringing Charlotte to meet a Fendralian business partner two years ago and how, even then, he’d suspected she might have understood more than she let on.

Now there was no doubt—Charlotte was fluent.

But even if she’d somehow managed to learn Fendralian, there was no way she could handle the other eight judges.

Darren’s confidence returned, a cool calm settling in his gaze.

Yet, as soon as Charlotte finished addressing Professor Fendral, she turned seamlessly to the judge from Ruritania and answered in perfect Ruritanian: “As for your question…”

Darren’s heart skipped a beat.

She spoke Ruritanian too?

The room buzzed with disbelief.

One by one, Charlotte responded to each judge in turn, switching effortlessly between flawless Hellenic, pristine Pannonian, and every other language represented on the panel. Her answers were precise, her grammar impeccable.

The scorn in the judges’ eyes melted into awe.

By the time Charlotte finished her last sentence, the entire panel of nine judges had risen to their feet, applauding her.

Mr. Jones called out, “Unbelievable! Mrs. Fairchild’s linguistic talent is matched only by her scientific expertise. Now this is what I call a truly international perspective!”

Off to the side, Sean mopped sweat from his brow, hurriedly texting Xena under the table:

[Mrs. Harrington, didn’t you say she only finished grade school? She sure doesn’t look like it!]

In the corner, Xena’s face had gone ghostly pale.

She’d worked so hard to convince Sean to rally the nine judges against Charlotte, to humiliate her in public. Who could have imagined Charlotte spoke all nine languages?

A wave of murmurs swept through the room.

“No wonder N-LINK, a company known for brain-computer interfaces, suddenly dared to challenge the Harrington Group for the artificial heart project. They must have stolen classified research!”

“And to show off their stolen work right in front of the Harrington Group? That’s just asking for trouble.”

“N-LINK is finished. Not only will they lose the bid, they’ll be blacklisted in the entire scientific community!”

The head of procurement for TOPMS Hospital’s tender committee scowled and was about to announce N-LINK’s disqualification.

Suddenly—

“I remember it clearly,” Charlotte said, calm and unflinching. “Because that paper was written by me.”

The room plunged into a stunned silence.

Sean, a giant in the field, was now being accused of passing off someone else’s work as his own—right to his face.

“Absurd!” he roared, slamming his hand on the table. “I’ve devoted decades to the science of artificial hearts, and now you claim my paper as your own? Mr. Fairchild, do you have an explanation?”

Bradley, unruffled, barely glanced up. “You stole my wife’s work. What more explanation do you need?”