Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 980

Emmy felt her breath catch. Hopkins. In the world of AI neural perception, that name was almost mythical. He wasn't just the top authority in perceptual computing at Harvard, he was the genius who brought cold, lifeless code to life, making it feel warm and real. The chance to work with him was almost impossible to resist.

But Emmy hesitated. Her memory was still scattered. Sometimes, she had to dig through textbooks just to find basic formulas she used to know by heart.

She bit her lip, struggling with her words. “John, I really am honored. I mean it. But… honestly, I’m worried I might hold your team back. I even have to relearn a lot of the technical terms.”

John just smiled, his blue eyes full of honest admiration. “Ms. Lincoln, you’re selling yourself short. You can lose your memories, but not your talent. Just now, with a few words from me, you figured out the exact pain point in the neural connections. That kind of intuition is something most people never develop, even after years of study.”

He leaned in, his voice turning serious. “I’m not just asking you to join the project. I want you as our technical consultant. We don’t need you to do the heavy lifting. We need your mind, your ideas. Whether you want to start with my small team to get some experience or go straight to meet Dr. Hopkins, I can make it happen. All you have to do is say yes.”

It was like being handed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on a silver platter. Actually, it was more than that. It was a Michelin meal, served right at her table.

Emmy took a long, steadying breath. As much as she wanted to say yes, she didn’t let herself answer right away. She met John’s gaze, her tone sincere. “John, can I have some time to think about it? I’ll get back to you later tonight, if that’s okay.”

John looked a little disappointed not to get an immediate answer, but he nodded, ever the gentleman. “Of course. Good things are worth waiting for. I hope you’ll say yes.”

They kept talking for a while, diving deep into the neural pathways of the prosthetic, discussing everything from synaptic transmission to the mysteries of phantom limb pain. Emmy soaked up every bit of information like a sponge, hanging onto John’s every word, until he finally had to leave for his next seminar.

The room grew quiet again. Emmy leaned back in her chair, lost in thought, then suddenly called out, “Penny.”

Penny, who had been quietly waiting in the background, stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Ma’am.”

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