He Said My Money Stank, So I Let His Career Stink Without It Chapter 06

He Said My Money Stank, So I Let His Career Stink Without It Chapter 06

“Dr. Blake, what exactly is your relationship with Lily Parker?” 

“What was your purpose in spreading public lies about Ms. Hart online?” 

“You publicly claimed you never encouraged Ms. Hart. Then how do you explain the black card?” 

“You are a grown man. Why were you using Ms. Hart’s money to buy a house for your parents?” 

Nathaniel opened his mouth, then closed it again. Faced with 

the reporters‘ questions, he could not say a single word. 

Lily shrank into her seat and buried her face in her hands. 

Dr. Warren stood up, his face dark with anger. Without saying 

a word, he turned and left the venue. 

I gave Adrian a small nod. 

He walked onto the stage and stood beside me. 

New content appeared on the large screen. 

“This is the preliminary data Dr. Adrian Hayes produced shortly after receiving support.” 

A comparison chart filled the screen. 

On the left was Nathaniel’s experimental data, stagnant for a full year. On the right was the preliminary data Adrian had 

produced in just three days. 

Before the crowd could recover, I spoke again. 

“I invited Adrian Hayes here for reasons far less sordid than 

Dr. Blake imagined. To be precise, Adrian is here to clean up the mess Nathaniel left behind.” 

“In the past, because I lacked the technical expertise, Nathaniel misled me into believing this was normal project progress.” 

“After meeting Dr. Hayes, I realized he was the one capable of making this technology work.” 

“I am formally announcing that Adrian Hayes will take over all of Nathaniel Blake’s work and deliver a real progress report as soon as possible.” 

Someone in the audience began to applaud. 

My gaze moved past the crowd. 

Nathaniel stood there, staring at me. The smugness and 

excitement from earlier were gone from his eyes, leaving only something deep and unmistakable. 

Despair. 

After the seminar ended, I took Adrian to meet several senior 

figures in the industry. 

Nathaniel had once looked down on those opportunities, 

convinced they would stain his lofty academic ideals, but 

Adrian valued every one of them. 

He asked questions humbly, absorbing the thoughts of those industry veterans like a sponge. 

From time to time, he brought up fresh ideas of his own and 

engaged them in sharp, lively discussion. 

I did not understand most of it, so I simply stood quietly to the 

side and watched without interrupting. 

Two hours passed quickly. By the end, those senior experts 

were looking at Adrian with new respect, saying he had solid 

expertise, a grounded attitude, a willingness to learn, and the 

kind of flexible mind that made someone a true research 

talent. 

Just as we were wrapping up, Nathaniel rushed in. 

I asked Adrian to see the others out, leaving only Nathaniel 

and me in the lounge. 

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me without blinking. 

“Evelyn, do you really have to destroy me?” 

The betrayed look on his face was so absurd it almost pulled a 

laugh out of me. 

“Nathaniel, are you questioning me?” 

Nathaniel instinctively avoided my gaze. After a moment, he 

seemed to find a little courage again, lifting his chin as he said, “You gave me that money willingly. You chose to give it to me. Did I force you? Did I beg you?” 

He slammed his phone onto the table, cracking the screen. 

His fury was almost impressive. “Fine. Let’s say you’re right, and I gave you that money willingly. Then tell me, in what capacity did you spend it?” 

“When you bought your parents a house, bought yourself a new car, and even bought your student a six–figure brooch, 

what right did you think you had?” 

“Yes, I did once like you. If you had wanted a real relationship 

with me, if you had wanted to be my boyfriend or even my husband, then honestly, I would not have cared whether it was seven figures or eight.” 

“But since you despised me so much that even looking at me seemed to ruin your mood, how did you have the nerve to spend my money while slandering me at the same time?” 

Panic flashed through his eyes. 

Helpless panic crossed his face as he shook his head on instinct, as if refusing to admit a single word I had said.