Chapter 383

It was truly Isabella?

Though Dominic, Eleanor, and Genevieve weren't AI specialists and couldn't fully comprehend the revolutionary nature of Isabella's research, they recognized one undeniable fact—Victoria's mentor, Frederick, was a titan in the artificial intelligence field.

For such an internationally acclaimed authority to personally message Victoria, urging her to study this paper meticulously—that spoke volumes.

Adding to the weight, Walter's protégé had just revealed that Isabella's publication had sent shockwaves through global tech circles, with leading engineers pulling all-nighters to dissect her findings.

The implications were clear: Isabella's work carried serious academic clout. But how could someone like Isabella produce such groundbreaking research?

Walter, unaware of Isabella's complicated history with the Fairchilds and Kensingtons, hadn't yet read the paper himself.

Yet merely hearing it boosted language model efficiency for long-text processing by over ten times was enough to electrify him.

He turned sharply to Nathaniel. "This researcher Isabella Sinclair—is she present today?"

"She is," Nathaniel replied smoothly, gesturing toward Isabella. "Allow me to introduce Ms. Sinclair."

Isabella had maintained remarkable composure throughout—whether during the earlier Whitmore Group meeting or now—remaining quietly observant.

But her striking beauty made subtlety impossible. Even those unfamiliar with her had noted the elegant woman in their midst.

No one could have predicted her intellectual prowess.

When realization struck that she authored the paper shaking the AI community, Walter rose abruptly, crossing the room to offer a respectful handshake.

"Ms. Sinclair, I'm Walter Pembroke from Yardley University. My life's work focuses on foundational AI theory and practical applications. This is an honor."

Isabella stood gracefully, accepting his hand. "Professor Pembroke, you flatter me. The privilege is mine."

Walter's deferential manner was so pronounced that observers might have mistaken him for the junior scholar and Isabella the esteemed veteran.

Genevieve's nails dug into her palms.

One paper. Was this spectacle really necessary?

Eleanor's lips thinned.

Nathaniel turned to Victoria with calculated politeness. "Ms. Kensington, you mentioned studying this research intensively."

"Should questions arise, I'm certain Isabella would be delighted to provide guidance."

Victoria's jaw clenched.

A distinguished professor from a top-tier university was fawning over Isabella, and now Nathaniel suggested Victoria seek her rival's tutelage?

Genevieve exploded from her seat. "This is absur—"

"Preposterous!" she nearly shrieked. "Victoria holds a PhD from an Ivy League institution! Who is Isabella? Some undergraduate! Expecting Victoria to beg for her help? Are you mocking us?"

"One paper doesn't prove superiority!"

Those were the words Genevieve wanted to hurl. But Victoria cut her off with icy composure. "Mr. Graves is correct. I'd welcome the opportunity to consult Ms. Sinclair."

Her adaptability was chilling.

Nathaniel's internal scoff went unnoticed.

He knew the bitter history between Isabella and Victoria. Suggesting academic deference was a masterstroke of public humiliation.

Dominic's expression darkened.

While he didn't grasp the paper's technical merits, Nathaniel's apparent slight against Victoria ignited matching outrage.

So Frederick praised it? Still just one paper. This has gone too far, he fumed silently.

Eleanor's face turned glacial.

Genevieve, though seething at being silenced, couldn't protest further after Victoria's strategic retreat.

Just then, Nathaniel's assistant, Victoria Chambers, leaned in. "Mr. Graves, Professor Langley called. He's arriving in Salzburg shortly and requests meetings with you and Ms. Sinclair."

Nathaniel waved dismissively. "Decline."

"Understood." The assistant turned to Isabella. "Professor Langley emphasized he'd fly in solely to meet you if necessary."

"He finds your insights revolutionary and desires in-depth discussion."

Isabella didn't blink. "Regrettably, I'm unavailable. Please convey my apologies."

"Of course."

Dominic and Genevieve exchanged stunned glances.

Frederick wasn't just admiring from afar—he'd cross continents for a conversation? How significant was this research?

Victoria understood Frederick's stature better than anyone.

Hearing her revered mentor practically begging for Isabella's attention turned her complexion ashen.

Oliver, unfamiliar with AI luminaries, decided to investigate the online buzz.

His phone search yielded shocking results—Isabella's paper dominated tech forums, comment sections overflowing with accolades.

Netizens hailed Isabella and Nathaniel as pioneers dismantling Salzburg's AI monopoly, catapulting Ceravelle into technological leadership.

He shot Isabella an incredulous look before whispering to Alexander, "Is she really this brilliant?"