Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1207

She stood on stage, back straight, voice ringing out clear and confident. The questions came at her fast, one after another, the kind that would make most people hesitate, but she handled each one with ease. Sometimes, she even flipped things around, quoting Marcus’s own early work to back up her arguments.

She never rushed, never lagged. Her thoughts were sharp and organized, every word precise. Each point she made hit home. There wasn’t a single crack in her logic.

Little by little, the noisy conference hall fell silent. All that was left were the voices of Emmy and Marcus, young and old, sparring in the open. It felt like watching a true showdown, the kind of intellectual clash that only happens between real prodigies.

When Emmy finished answering the last question about the ethics of neuron regeneration, she looked down at the old professor. Her tone was steady, respectful but not the least bit timid. “Professor, you wrote something similar in Chapter Three of ‘An Introduction to Neuroethics.’ I guess I’m just standing on the shoulders of giants here.”

She paused, calm and unflinching. “Did my answers satisfy you?”

Everyone in the room held their breath, eyes glued to Marcus. Even Isabel’s smile froze, and her palms were clammy with sweat. How was this possible? Emmy had answered every single question, and done it beautifully.

Marcus was still standing. He hadn’t lowered the mic. The stern, almost harsh look he’d worn was gone. In its place were surprise, admiration, and something deeper—a spark, like he’d just found a rare treasure.

He smiled suddenly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening. In his mind, he couldn’t help but think, This is no pretty face propped up by money. To hold her own under pressure, to keep her logic tight, to pull out foundational theories and turn them into solid arguments—he could count on one hand the number of young people who could do that in the last ten years.

But what struck him most was the light in her eyes. She wasn’t parroting answers. She understood the questions, and she actually enjoyed untangling them. A pretty face? Corporate backing? What a joke. He’d almost been led astray by pointless gossip. Emmy was a diamond in the rough, already shining from within.

Marcus raised the mic again and cleared his throat. This time, his words carried not judgment, but real respect, the kind an old scholar might offer a rising star. “Ms. Lincoln, please forgive my earlier questioning. I might have been a bit too direct.”

As he spoke, he gave a small bow, a gesture that sent a ripple of shock through the room.

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