The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 503

Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at Citrine's phone, checking the screen over and over, hardly daring to believe what they were seeing.

The official website of the World Medical Association was globally recognized as the most authoritative platform for medical research. It even had a special portal for top-level researchers from each country, protected by facial recognition-far more secure than a simple password, designed to keep out hackers and frauds.

Now, right in front of everyone, Citrine tapped her way through the security checks and logged in. The room fell utterly silent. For a moment, nobody even breathed. The looks on their faces ranged from shock and awe to admiration and regret- but not a single person dared question her.

After all, this was a top-tier researcher on the world's most prestigious medical platform. Never mind that Citrine herself had pioneered Vitaflux-a miracle drug that had taken the world by storm. Anything else she'd worked on could probably make headlines across the globe.

She was the CEO of CICI Group and a principal investigator for the World Medical Association. Either title on its own would have been impressive enough to make anyone nervous.

Nobody in their right mind would want to get on her bad side.

God, what had they just said to her?

Those who had just leapt to Jeanette's defense now looked like they wished the floor would swallow them whole.

forward. He shot Jeanette a look full of disgust, then quickly turned to Citrine,

a sincere

the

And she even has the official inventory records, which clearly show that on October 25th,

how

President Carmichael. We accused you without

I'll visit you personally

you'll forgive

voices chimed in, all scrambling to distance themselves from Jeanette and

holding herself together as she shouted at the crowd, "How do you even know her research report is real? I've never even heard of this so-called official website.

report had managed to convince

blurted this out than the entire room turned to stare at her, their expressions a mix of shock, disdain, and

piped up, "Pardon me, Ms. Iverson, but

he was asking. Thinking of her not-so-prestigious alma mater, she bit her lip and answered in a small voice, "Crestwood Arts