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?

Belcher agree to sign this

begin with." Calvin shook his head, then tried to reason with him, "Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Some things are not

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

not care about the ownership

was not a good

deep breath, Zane suppressed his anger, 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 that

words, Calvin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, "What do

as he tossed the letter on the desk before answering

meaningless."

him about the issue of patent rights; otherwise, they might have suffered

of what patent protection meant, "You