Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 52

**Chapter 52: The One Who Doesn’t Belong**

Philip’s face lit up with enthusiasm, a wide grin spreading across his features, causing his cheeks to quiver with delight.

Helen’s eyes swept across the control room, scanning every corner in search of Timothy, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Are you looking for Mr. Garcia? He just stepped out to the main control station to bolster their firewall. He should be back shortly…” Philip chimed in, quickly sensing her unvoiced concern.

Helen’s lashes fluttered for a brief moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “No. I’m not looking for him,” she replied, her voice steady, betraying no hint of uncertainty.

With a determined stride, she exited the control room, each step infused with purpose.

Philip chuckled softly, clearly amused as he followed her. “Ms. Walcott, that last trace-scrambling trick you executed was absolutely brilliant…”

Before he could complete his compliment, the abrupt sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the doorway, cutting him off mid-sentence.

In burst a disheveled man, his plaid shirt crumpled and his hair resembling a chaotic bird’s nest. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming with frustration, locked onto Helen with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

“You… you really… you actually…”

It was Archie.

The same Archie who had cast doubt on Helen’s capabilities earlier that very morning, who had fled in the face of responsibility, unable to confront the potential of her success.

He had spent the entire day waiting, hoping for a moment of humiliation, convinced that Helen would falter.

How could a mere child, fresh from school, possibly hold a candle to a cadre of seasoned geniuses raised in the most prestigious labs?

But instead of the anticipated fiasco, he was met with the shocking news: Project Genesis had been fully repaired and fortified.

Frantic, he had rushed back in the afternoon, only to discover that his clearance had been revoked.

Denied entry to the control room, he lingered anxiously by the door, watching as Philip animatedly followed Helen, exchanging technical jargon while she walked with an air of confidence, her hand casually tucked in her pocket, as if she owned the entire facility.

Archie felt his heart plummet, cold and heavy in his chest.

He had missed everything.

This was his moment—a chance to earn national recognition, a chance to etch his name into the annals of the field.

Everyone who had contributed to the project today would be able to add this achievement to their records, earning accolades from the state.

“Mr. Marsh, you should take a break,” Philip said, his brow furrowing with concern. The tone of his voice left no room for doubt; he was clearly displeased.

Philip had heard the story of Archie’s earlier behavior that morning.

He had no patience for researchers who displayed arrogance and poor judgment.

And when Philip suggested he “go rest,” Archie understood the underlying message immediately.

It was a polite way of saying, “Don’t come back.”

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