His Eagle Eyes on Me

Chapter 2087

Research into artificial hearts was common knowledge, but no one had ever heard of an artificial brain. That was probably because it was harder to control when compared to hearts. There was no known patient who survived long with an artificial heart and the artificial brain in Elliot's head would not last. He could die at any moment.

Avery returned to the house and saw the two boxes opened and Elliot was holding two pieces of paper. She recovered immediately from the initial shock and smiled as she said, "This is the data Angela submitted to the committee for the Marshall's Award... well, a copy of them, anyway. I asked Professor Greens to help me with it." "Miss Tate, I thought Professor Greens quitted the committee?" Wilson asked in confusion.

Professor Greens had declared that he would resign from the committee after his argument with the leader, but he had forced himself to return to the committee at Avery's request.

Professor Greens had been in the Marshall's Award committee for far longer than the current leader had, so the leader did not oppose him when he said he wished to return.

It took Professor Greens three days to copy all the data, and there was plenty more to come after this.

Angela the award because they wanted money, Professor Greens would

allow the data to be leaked, Professor Greens' reputation would be left in ruins if what he did

back whenever he wants,” Avery said casually. "This is confidential, so we are all going to take

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don't want to rely on her, and anything she can do, I should be able to do as well." She looked at his expressionless face with eyes full

heart. He had barely spoken to her at all in the past few days, but Avery spent a lot of time speaking to him. Whenever she asked him something, he would hum, shake his head or simply remain quiet, but she did

paper from his hands and put it back into the box, before

"Avery," he said.

surprised to hear

knew that he was not a robot or an emotionless log of wood; so long as she treated him as the Elliot she had always known, he would soon realize that she was

and took his hand with both of