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“Alright, over here, you need to make some adjustments.”

“Huston, is your ability not good enough? You need to improve it. The feeling I want is that, not that. Do you understand? Do you not understand? Go down and think about it.”

Marc sat in his office, casually giving directions to the project’s newcomers like a boss.

Lifting his gaze, he saw Isabella approaching.

Marc quickly toned down his air of supremacy, grinning, “Ms. Smith, you’re here.”

As he spoke, he shot a stern look at the newcomers, “What are you standing around for? Haven’t you gone to brew coffee for Ms. Smith yet?”

The new recruits all showed a hint of humiliation.

They had joined the workshop hoping to learn something substantial.

But what now?

After a month, they hadn’t picked up anything except for listening to Marc spout incomprehensible theories.

That would have been bearable, but now they were being asked to serve coffee as if they were servants?

Their expressions were off, but Isabella had no time to care about them right now.

She waved them off hastily, saying, “No need for trouble, let them go out. I have something to ask you.

“Sure,” Marc quickly ushered them out.

Isabella’s mind was a tangled mess, yet she managed to muster a smile for Marc, “Marc, I wanted to ask about our Al project. It’s been several months. How is the development coming along?”

A flicker of unease passed through Marc’s eyes, but months of constant flattery had made him adept at feigning.

confidence.

Even now, as Isabella inquired, he appeared unfazed.

‘Ms. Smith, that’s a bit of an amateur question.” Marc coughed. “Our project is high–tech, and any kind of technology needs time to develop. We’ve only been at it for a little over half a year. How could we possibly have a breakthrough so soon? Ms. Smith, you’ll have to give me a bit more time.”

“I’d like to give you time, but…” Isabella was getting anxious.

“But what?” Marc looked at her curiously.

Isabella bit her lip, swallowing back her words.

The Storm Group’s launch event for Future One hadn’t happened yet. She couldn’t very well admit she had a

premonition that Storm Group had already achieved a breakthrough in this project.

After a moment’s thought, Isabella tried a different angle, “So, do you think it’s possible for anyone to complete this project within six months?”

Marc pondered for a moment, then decisively said, “Absolutely not.”

He genuinely believed it was impossible.

He had been groping around this artificial intelligence project for so long, still lingering at the threshold. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

How could anyone have already made a breakthrough?

Isabella felt a bit more at ease.

Marc was King, after all!

And who was King?

He was universally acknowledged as the most brilliant programmer of the century.

If he said it was impossible, then it surely was.

If it wasn’t the Al project, could it be that Storm Group had made a breakthrough in another field?

After all, even with King on board in her past life’s timeline, the development of artificial intelligence was only achieved towards the end of the year..

It made no sense that after she poached King, the timeline would have moved up.

Isabella steadied her nerves and gave Marc another directive, “Marc, we need to step up our development efforts.”

‘Rest assured,” Marc agreed readily, with somewhat convincing confidence.

Isabella was taken in by Marc’s bluster, leaving reassured.

She thought to herself that no matter what breakthrough Storm Group had achieved, it couldn’t surpass the impact of intelligent AI!

Once Marc’s research succeeded, she was sure she could use it to soar high and firmly suppress Storm Group.

Despite her self–comforting thoughts, Isabella couldn’t resist tuning in to watch the live broadcast of the Future

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One release the next day.

Hosting the event was Ben himself.

Isabella’s gaze lingered on Ben’s face, a mix of unwillingness rolling in her eyes, but most of it had turned into resentment and anger.

Ben Landor

It was this man who had nearly destroyed her with his schemes.

Though she didn’t dare provoke him now, she held the trump card with Marc, and she was convinced that with her foresight, she could eventually assist Leo in reaching the pinnacle.

Then, she would make Ben bow down before them.

Isabella imagined this scene and felt excited.

She was lost in this reverie when Ben’s voice reached her ears.

Ben said, “Our Future One phone marks a major breakthrough in artificial intelligence. It will come equipped with an extensively upgraded, highly anthropomorphic personal assistant, and we have also pre–installed several games. The NPCs in these games will utilize the latest Al technology to…”

Ben’s introduction was still ongoing, but Isabella felt as if her mind had exploded.

She was completely dumbfounded.

It was actually intelligent Al technology!

Why?

Isabella, having poached Marc, had believed that Storm Group would inevitably be delayed in developing the technology, yet they had not only succeeded, they had done so ahead of schedule!

What on earth was going on?

There must be a mistake somewhere.

With her bag in hand, Isabella hurried to find Marc.

He was humming a tune, leisurely sipping his coffee, the picture of contentment.

Upon seeing Isabella, he merely chuckled and said, “Ms. Smith, you’re here. I was just taking a break from coding.”

Usually, seeing Marc in such a relaxed state, given his reputation as King, Isabella would have just smiled and allowed him to rest a bit longer.

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But now, with a terrifying suspicion In her mind, her expression darkened upon witnessing his leisurely demeanor.

Isabella approached slowly.

Seeing her like this, Marc’s heart skipped a beat. He sensed something amiss in her demeanor and sat up straight, asking cautiously, “Ms. Smith? What’s wrong today?”

“What’s wrong?” Isabella gave him a peculiar look and then pressed, “Tell me the truth, how is our project really progressing?”

“It’s going quite well, proceeding as planned,‘ Marc answered nonchalantly.

“Really?” Isabella narrowed her eyes. “Show me the latest results. I want to have them verified by a professional.”

Isabella herself didn’t understand these technical matters.

She usually took Marc at his word.

But now, with doubt in her heart, she was no longer willing to take his word for it.

“Well…” Marc became visibly flustered. He hadn’t actually developed anything. A professional review would expose him instantly