Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 709

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“Did you see that? He actually brought a stranger into the core department! Who is she, Mr. Wagner?”

“Does anyone know her background? She acted like she owned the place! Does she not realize we’re the top minds in the country?”

Even the deputy head joined the conversation.

“Bruce, any idea who she is? Judging by how she addressed Mr. Sanderson, their relationship seems unusual. You’re familiar with the Sanderson family.

Could she be related to them?”

Bruce’s expression softened slightly, though his hand remained tightly clenched beneath his sleeve.

“I’ve heard from the older generation that the Sanderson family once lost a daughter and recently found her. If I’m not mistaken, she’s the one they just reunited with.”

This revelation only fueled the others’ irritation. So, she was merely a long-lost Sanderson daughter. What gave her the nerve to act so superior? She even dared to claim she could handle any question as if everyone else were beneath her! On top of that, Fleming’s final comment had been a thinly veiled warning to take advantage of this opportunity or they’d regret it later.

Seriously, she must be some spoiled heiress. What could there possibly be to regret?

The deputy head, unconvinced, pressed on.

“Bruce, do you know where she studied?”

Bruce shook his head and replied, “Not exactly, but I’ve heard she’s a national-level mechanical engineer who lectures to students in the Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department at Baythorn University.”

The crowd erupted into laughter at this.

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“Is this a joke? This woman thinks being a national mechanical engineer qualifies her to teach us? Doesn’t she realize that any one of us could step in as a physics lecturer?”

“Exactly! And she had the audacity to tell us to ask anything we wanted. She probably impressed a few Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department students and thinks she’s something special.”

“It’s ridiculous. If someone wants to waste time asking her questions, be my guest. I have real work to do.”

“Same here. I’m swamped with experiments and can’t be bothered.”

Hearing this, Bruce, though harboring disdain for Harlee, attempted to rein the group in.

“Enough! Mr. Sanderson specifically requested that we come up with questions for her. If we don’t and he gets upset, it’ll reflect poorly on Mr. Olson. My suggestion? Have ten people prepare questions. They don’t need to be challenging. Just enough to show basic courtesy to Mr. Sanderson, right? That said, the final question should be the experimental problem we’ve struggled with for half a year. Let’s see how she handles that.

Agreed?”

The group murmured in agreement. No one wanted to waste their time, so the ten lowest-ranked performers from last month’s evaluations were given the task of preparing questions.

Bruce nodded, pleased with the consensus.

“You ten can handle that. The rest of you, back to your experiments.

Don’t let this distract you.”

Reluctantly, the selected ten threw together a few questions without much effort, except for Jodi Finch, who often found herself at the bottom of the rankings. She meticulously organized the challenges she had encountered during her experiments.

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