Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 792

Before the professor could get a word in, she said coolly, "I won't keep you from your Netflix binge any longer. Goodbye."

The professor froze, instinctively glancing at her laptop screen. She had minimized the window—how did she know?

Her colleague couldn't help but chime in, "Why'd you go and provoke her? That girl's got top-notch logic, reasoning, and speaking skills."

"Who's this sharp-tongued student anyway? Do you know her?"

"Who doesn't know Roseanne in the entire Life Sciences Department? She single-handedly pulled in two partners to start her own AI lab. She's been published in Science, and even Nature's sub-journals. Our whole department's academic output is riding on her next year, and you didn't recognize her?"

"I've heard the name Roseanne... but I didn't know she looked like that."

Unbelievable!

"But she can't be that great. Sure, she's published some impressive papers, but she couldn't even handle a little college competition. She said herself that her team didn't win any awards."

Her colleague shot her a frosty glance. "And why do you think she came to see the department?"

"Wh-why?"

"To get the project report back. Think about the deeper reason! She obviously wants to figure out why they didn’t win."

"So they didn't win—big deal! Maybe she just can't handle losing!"

"That's one possibility, but there's another more likely reason."

"What reason?"

"She suspects someone tampered with the report! So she wants to get to the bottom of it."

"Ha—who would have the time to mess with her report? That's ridiculous!"

"Exactly, who would mess with it? It's either the review process or the submission process where the problem lies. If I were you, I wouldn't be laughing."

Because if she finds out the issue was during the submission, the department would be held accountable.

And if the investigation goes further, everyone who handled the report would be implicated.

Including those in our admin office!

So, still laughing?

The professor's face went pale. "This… this is outrageous!"

"Try calling it."

"Alright."

Scales quickly pulled out his phone, dialed the number from the website.

After a few rings—

"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please try again later..."

Roseanne instructed, "Keep trying."

Scales nodded, "Got it."

Later that afternoon—

"Any luck? Did they pick up?" Mamie asked eagerly as she stepped down from the lab bench.

Scales' eyes narrowed with determination.