She stood aside, giving way, and smiled warmly, showing great magnanimity: "I don’t falsely accuse good people."

"Let me take a look." The head of the Level 2 laboratory leaned in, operated the mouse, clicked on the post, and scrolled down.

Others were also looking at the evidence Zevaney Kingsley provided.

The post was indeed published four years ago, with the poster listed as a mysterious figure under the name [X].

The content of the post was indeed very similar to the experimental results that Nathalie Quinlan’s group presented in the December assessment!

Everyone’s expressions involuntarily became serious.

Plagiarism is not a trivial matter.

The First Research Institute has always handled it very strictly.

Once confirmed, the person will definitely be expelled.

The head of the Level 2 laboratory, besides Violetta Hoffman, was one of the people who appreciated Nathalie Quinlan’s abilities the most. He looked at the girl a bit regretfully, released his hand, and made a way, hesitating to speak: "Nathalie, do you want to come and take a look yourself?"

Violetta Hoffman turned back to look at the girl, frowned slightly, and walked over: "Wait a minute, let me see."

She walked over and read through the post again from start to finish, her mouth opening instantly, speechless!

This...

This extent can no longer be explained as a coincidence.

Nathan Garland turned his head, looked at Nathalie Quinlan, his face stern and dignified, then spoke: "Aren’t you going to explain?"

Everyone’s line of sight was on the girl standing in the center, including Hansel Kingsley and James Lawrence!

Hansel Kingsley hesitated briefly, unsure what he thought of, his eyes flickered, but he lounged there unbothered, never willing to lend a hand.

James Lawrence continuously looked towards Hansel Kingsley, his heart anxiously worried.

Hansel Kingsley didn’t make a move, so he didn’t dare to take it upon himself!

"If you don’t explain, I’ll have to assume you admit to it."

"Once you admit it, then we have to handle it according to the research institute’s rules. First, cancel your group’s results for this assessment, and in addition, you personally face expulsion as punishment."

Nathan Garland maintained an official attitude, spoke sparingly, each word very strict, leaving no room for Nathalie Quinlan to retreat.

"If you have no objections, let’s proceed with the process!" Nathan Garland dropped a sentence and seemed prepared to leave.

At this moment.

Someone who had been listening to them absentmindedly suddenly spoke, asking Zevaney Kingsley: "You said you once contacted the person who posted it, how did they respond to you?"

Zevaney Kingsley hadn’t expected Nathalie Quinlan to try and deny it at this stage.

She frowned slightly, speaking with great righteousness: "I contacted ’them’, ’they’ said they never entrusted a third party to publish it."

This essentially meant that the person who posted it personally hammered Nathalie Quinlan for plagiarism!

"Tsk." The girl chuckled lightly, having thought of something, nodded: "Are you sure ’they’ said those exact words to you?"

Zevaney Kingsley was already a bit impatient, retorting: "Nathalie, what do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it directly, there’s no need to beat around the bush here!"

"Alright."

Nathalie Quinlan nodded, also too lazy to waste words with her, pulled out her phone, found a message that hadn’t been deleted, and tossed it on the table.

"See for yourself."

Despite being ’caught’, her attitude was still so arrogant and overbearing, really beyond everyone’s expectations!

Not to mention Zevaney Kingsley, even others couldn’t figure out what she was up to.

Zevaney Kingsley suppressed the discomfort in her heart, picked up the phone on the table, glanced at it, and her face color changed slightly.

"What does it say?" Nathan Garland, seeing her reaction, showed a surprised expression, and asked her in a low voice.

Zevaney Kingsley looked at him, opened her mouth, but couldn’t produce a sound, her mind in complete chaos.