Chapter 865

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"No need to be so defensive. I'm your dad. Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Corley's expression shifted to one of startled suspicion, as if he couldn't figure out how he'd been seen through so easily.

"Tell me, why is it that neither of us can seem to get over that mother-daughter pair?"

Corley said nothing.

"Is it genetic? Heh, if it is, that's really..."

Teague swirled the wine in his glass and gave a short laugh. "Fucked up."

"Tell me about it," Corley said, a self-deprecating smirk on his lips.

"Done with the act?"

Corley remained silent.

Teague continued, "As someone who's been there, don't say I didn't warn you. Pull back now, before you're in too deep. Don't get so invested that you can't get out."

"Save your 'experience.' It's not like you're some kind of success story."

This time, it was Teague's turn to be speechless.

Neither of them was drunk.

They left the bar and went their separate ways.

"You're really not coming home?" Corley asked.

"Nope."

"...Alright. When you have a moment... at least have your assistant send a message

to Mom. Don't cut ties completely. It won't look good."

Teague raised an eyebrow. "Won't look good for whom?"

"For me, for you, for the Sullivan Group. For any of us." "Not happening."

Teague turned, raising the cigarette in his hand. "See ya."

Corley sighed. He'd tried. That was all he could do.

Roseanne was oblivious to everything that had happened with the Sullivan and Rodriguez families.

She had already returned to campus for classes and spent all her free time in the lab, leaving no room to think about anything else.

When Boundless Lab published

another paper in a Nature subsidiary journal, Nature Biotechnology, it was like a bomb going off in stagnant water, Teaving both the department, and the university administration completely stunned.

In the department office-

"A Nature subsidiary? I remember that. Roseanne's team published one last

semester. What's the issue?"

"It's not that one. It's a new one!"

"...What do you mean?"

The dean, who had been leisurely sipping his tea, shot upright.

The vice-dean took a deep breath. "It means Roseanne's team has published another paper in a Nature journal Even though it's a subsidiary its prestige and the speed at which they produced it are on par with any established research team in the country..."

"And what's more, there are only three of them! Even with the newcomer, Carlson

Smith, that's only four people!"

The dean immediately spilled his hot tea, wincing as it burned him.

Clinging to a final shred of hope, he asked, "Which subsidiary was it?"

He knew Nature had many subsidiary journals some highly prestigious, others less

So.

The vice-dean replied, "Another one in Nature Biotechnology."

Clatter-

The teacup slipped from his hand.

The last of his hope died with it.

In the president's office

Sinclair Nelson was silent for a full three minutes before he slowly looked up, murmuring distractedly, "Another one in Nature Biotechnology..."

Hearing this, the vice president also fell silent.

After a long moment, he found his voice. "They're all bioinformatics majors, so it's right in their wheelhouse. That must give them, an advantage in getting accepted...

He trailed off, unable to continue the flimsy excuse.

There were countless students in that major across the country, and you didn't see all of them getting published.

Of course, his point wasn't entirely without merit.

Nature Biotechnology's primary focus included computational biology, with a particular fondness for algorithms and modeling. Roseanne's team's research hit the bull's-eye.

And right now, it was hitting Sinclair Nelson right between the eyes.