Chapter 12
The Court family often insulted and criticized Isabel in front of Kendall. No one had ever thought anything was wrong with that.
But that day, Kendall found their words to be particularly piercing. He wouldn’t deny that Isabel had made some mistakes, but it was also true that she was the victim in the plagiarism incident. He didn’t think she would return any time soon if the Courts continued to bully her like this.
Kendall put his wine glass down and stood up as Gordon and Linda looked at him expectantly. “The past is in the past. Winnie has suffered some grievances, but so has Izzy. I’ll make things up to Winnie in the future, and I’ll take good care of Izzy. I hope you’ll stop saying these things when Izzy is around.”
He sounded polite, yet his presence turned domineering. It made the Courts realize that he wasn’t just the man they hoped would soon join their family he was also the Johnson family’s sole heir.
Felix didn’t say anything while Gordon and Linda didn’t dare make a sound.
Kendall’s words and actions made the atmosphere plummet to freezing point. The guests didn’t say anything, but they left as quickly as possible. Winifred looked at Kendall, who was calm. On the inside, she was angry and panicking. She didn’t dare show it, though.
When the party ended, Kendall brought Winifred to buy various luxury goods. She couldn’t read him but was still happy to receive such expensive presents.
The following day, she dressed in branded clothes from head to toe and showed off to her classmates. As she did that, she was summoned to the lab for a meeting. Since she’d stolen Isabel’s research results, she had to drop by the lab and show her face there occasionally.
“What the hell is this meeting about? Why do I have to attend?” she complained as soon as she entered the lab. Then, she met a cold gaze.
A young and handsome man sat at the head of the conference table. He looked like he was barely of age, yet he wore a black suit and exuded a seriousness that didn’t fit his youth.
Isabel’s advisor announced during the meeting that the man was Tyler Lodge, the representative of Almonia’s largest biopharmaceutical company, Medina Corporation. He had flown over to acquire the lab.
Winifred appraised Tyler subtly, wondering why such a large company would have someone so young act as a representative.
Just then, Tyler turned to look at her. “I heard that you achieved success in your experiment on molecular fission, Ms. Court. That is a groundbreaking discovery, whether locally or globally. Could you recreate the process for me?”
