Chapter 208
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Harold was just a university professor, a mere sponsored scholar of Ohm Technologies, yet he wielded such influence over their executives.
Leonard picked up his phone and issued a command to his subordinates without a change in expression. “Keep a close watch on all of Harold Judd’s movements.”
Meanwhile, Harold, who was still on the call, chuckled and said to Elara, “If you really want to thank me, just treat me to a nice meal.”
Elara responded smoothly, “Once everything is settled, I will make sure to reward you properly, Mr. Judd. But for now, to avoid any unnecessary speculation, it’s best if we limit our contact.”
Harold, on the other end, readily agreed. “Of course. Once the news gets out that you’re in charge of the acquisition, even Mr. Fisher will be keeping an eye on you. You’ll need to be extra careful.“.
Then, as if seeking justice on her behalf, he added, “Harvey Fisher is such an absolute scumbag! And that little brat Beau…
“Just watching the way those two treated you, I swear, I wanted to punch them both right then and there!”
“Then why don’t you head over to Mistvale Ranch and stand guard against them?” Leonard’s calm voice cut through the conversation like a knife.
The moment Harold heard Leonard’s voice, he shrank back like a mouse spotting a cat.
Elara had already mentioned she was at Leonard’s residence, so it shouldn’t have been surprising to hear him, yet the sudden presence of his voice made Harold’s blood run cold.
“If those two, along with Niamh, try to climb back up from the bottom of the slope, you can go ahead and give them those punches.”
Harold’s legs nearly gave out. He had just been venting to Elara–there was no way he actually had the guts to face Harvey. He wouldn’t even dare breathe too loudly in front of him.
“Pro… Prof. Fisher, 1, uh… I have some really important research materials to sort through tonight…” Harold’s voice quivered through the phone.
“You can process them at Mistvale Ranch. I’ll have someone personally escort you there.”
“B–B–But…”
Leonard’s voice, which was as cold as ice, pierced straight into Harold’s ears as he said, “You only need to answer me with one word–yes.”
Even though there was nothing but a phone between them, Harold could feel an invisible hand tightening around his throat.
His voice trembled, unable to form a response. In the end, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and give Leonard a meek, “Yes, sir.”
Elara could already picture Harold’s defeated expression. She knew Leonard was doing this as a warning. After ending the call, she heard Leonard make a cold remark, “That bottom–feeding piece of trash.”
Elara murmured under her breath, “I’ll make him pay for this.”
Leonard found her words intriguing and asked, “You have a past grudge with him?”
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Elara took a deep breath. “He stole my doctoral dissertation”
Leonard’s sharp, unreadable eyes flashed with a chilling light.
Finnegan,
who was also hearing this for the first time, was visibly taken aback. “How did that happen?”
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Elara’s smile carried a hint of self–mockery. “He published my dissertatiori years ago, and I never even realized it. It wasn’t until Theodore told me that I finally found out.”
Finnegan pressed further. “How did Theodore know?”
“Tobias had seen the original draft of my dissertation. He assumed that after I dropped out, I had willingly handed over my research to Harold.”
As she spoke, the bitterness in her smile deepened. “And now, I have no evidence to prove he stole it. The original files were deleted long ago.”
Her hands clenched into fists, unwilling to accept defeat. ” make sure he pays for this.”
Leonard asked, “Do you need my help?”
Elara shook her head with a smile. “Your influence and your power are tempting to wielding them could be addictive.
use, and the feeling of
“Harold Judd stole my work because he knew that even if I found out, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
“Provoking me and taking advantage of me was like stepping onto a cloud to him. But I will grow stronger. I will learn to handle my problems on my own.
“When the storm comes, I’ll be the one holding my own umbrella.”
