The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1511

At this moment, Zane's mind was buzzing, and by the end of his speech, his face had turned a bright red.

Having typed the last word, Calvin finally lifted his head, his expression clearly showing impatience. "Zane, what are you trying to prove here? Or do you really think your students' shabby data system is something to brag about?"

With a snort, Calvin stood up from his chair, leaning forward with his hands braced on the desk, looking at Zane, he continued:

"Besides, the Tech Institute is a top-secret agency. The fact that they've granted you permission to work on a project is already a privilege. What more could you possibly want?"

Zane was at a loss for words from Calvin's aggressive questioning, struggling to gather his thoughts.

He said indignantly, "That's completely beside the point. Why should my students' research have no ownership? Even if it's a confidential cooperation project, that doesn't mean you can just take their work as your own, does it?"

How is this any different from a bandit looting?

Mr. Belcher agree to

with." Calvin shook his head, then tried to reason with him, "Don't bite the hand that

clenched his fingers tightly, as if he was about to crumple

did not care about the ownership of the project, and

all, he was not a good person by

maintaining a calm demeanor as he said, "Yes, I understand the unspoken rules of the industry, but Mr. Calvin, what I want to tell you is

furrowed almost

the authorization letter in his hands, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes as he tossed the letter on the desk before

meaningless."

Zane was immensely grateful, thankful that Mirabella had reminded him about the issue of patent rights; otherwise,

he was obviously aware of what patent protection meant, "You