He Said My Money Stank, So I Let His Career Stink Without It Chapter 05

He Said My Money Stank, So I Let His Career Stink Without It Chapter 05

I raised the microphone, my voice cutting through the noise in 

the room. 

“This is a full record of every funding disbursement I made to Nathaniel Blake’s team over the past five years.” 

A dense spreadsheet appeared on the large screen. 

Each entry was followed by a matching expense record. 

A purchase contract for a luxury condo in an upscale 

development. 

An invoice from a Porsche dealership. 

Two sets of top–tier ski equipment, along with flights to 

Switzerland. 

Charter flight records for overseas trips. 

And a screenshot of the brooch he had bought at auction. 

“Everyone here works in this field, so I’m sure I don’t need to explain what an attending physician earns in a month.” 

“And what you’re seeing here is only Nathaniel Blake’s personal spending from the past six months.” 

Someone in the hall sucked in a sharp breath. 

Lily instinctively covered the neckline of her dress, her hand 

trembling. 

Nathaniel’s expression shifted, though he forced himself to 

keep it under control. 

I switched to the next slide. 

“Dr. Blake has repeatedly claimed that I destroyed the 

experimental heart–failure drug project out of spite, with no 

regard for the families waiting for treatment.” 

“But do any of you know how much money and effort I poured 

into this project?” 

“Do you know who was actually using research as an excuse to 

live lavishly?” 

As I spoke, I opened another folder. 

Another densely packed spreadsheet appeared on the screen. 

“This was a three–year project with a total budget of more 

than four million dollars. Staff salaries and benefits made up 

forty–one percent. Basic lab operations made up thirteen 

percent. Domestic and international ‘academic conference‘ 

travel and related expenses made up twenty–one percent.” 

I enlarged the attachments under the final category. 

Several photos that were clearly vacation shots were mixed in with the conference pictures. 

There was a shot of Nathaniel and Lily from behind beneath 

the snowy mountains in Switzerland, along with selfies from 

an auction in France. 

I pointed at Lily. 

“The brooch Dr. Blake bought for Lily Parker with research funds is currently pinned to her dress.” 

A low ripple of shocked gasps moved through the room. 

“As for the core experimental data, everyone may want to take 

a close look.” 

I kept scrolling down, but the page was almost blank. 

“In the past twelve months, there were only two valid 

experimental records, and the project was less than ten 

percent complete.” 

My attention settled on Nathaniel. 

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had gone 

white. 

“Dr. Blake, when you said the project had reached a critical 

stage, did you mean the critical stage of skiing in Switzerland, 

or the critical stage of shopping in Paris?” 

Someone failed to hold back a laugh, then quickly swallowed 

1. it. 

The reporters began livestreaming and taking notes at top speed. 

Nathaniel sat stiffly under the contemptuous looks of his colleagues, as if every second there burned. 

Then he abruptly stood and shouted, “You’re lying. That’s not true at all! That money was given to me personally. It wasn’t project funding!” 

I knew he was talking about the black card. 

To prevent him from making that exact argument, I had pulled 

up our chat records in advance. 

The messages clearly stated that the card was to be used as a 

research contingency fund. 

Nathaniel stared at me blankly. 

In that instant, I understood. 

He knew I had said that to protect his pride. 

He also knew I had given him that card because I used to care 

about him. 

That was why he had spent from it without the slightest 

restraint. 

A trace of cold amusement slipped through my voice. 

“I said this money was a research contingency fund. I never said it was a personal gift to you, did I?” 

“If Dr. Blake insists that this money was given to Nathaniel Blake personally, then please tell everyone what kind of relationship we had that gave you the right to spend so much of my money as if it belonged to you.” 

Nathaniel finally panicked. 

The entire room fell silent for a moment. 

Then the reporters swarmed Nathaniel, twice as many as the group that had surrounded me earlier. 

“Dr. Blake, how do you explain the brooch?” 

“The drug project produced almost no valid data over the past 

year. What did you mean when you said it was at a critical stage?“