Chapter 329: Chapter 329

Chapter 329:

“This model is known to be globally restricted, and its serial number doesn’t begin with ‘H.’ Could someone have misled you about their authenticity?”

Dorsey, familiar with Harlee’s reputation for integrity, doubted she would intentionally buy fake goods as gifts.

Approaching the microphone, Harlee responded to the rising murmurs, her demeanor calm and assured, “I am aware of the confusion. The models starting with ‘H’ are limited editions, but for today, I’ve arranged a special batch of 300 just for you, customized to commemorate our event.” She scanned the room, noting the absent faces.

“I see that a few students couldn’t make it today. If you know them, please make sure to pick up theirs as well.”

Dorsey blinked in surprise, her words faltering as realization dawned.

“So… you’re the one who designed the model airplane?” Her question had been casual, thrown out without any real expectation of confirmation.

Harlee merely nodded, her expression unreadable, offering no further details.

The students were visibly astonished. The idea that Harlee harbored such diverse skills was beyond their wildest imaginations. Their respect for her deepened, and they couldn’t help but feel that inviting Harlee to speak was a monumental success for the Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department.

As the two-hour lecture wound down and Harlee began to gather her materials, Coulson made his way to her side.

His presence was marked by an aura of distinction that few could match.

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Harlee looked up, locking eyes with him.

“Is there something on your mind?” she inquired with a poised tilt of her head.

Coulson, barely containing his excitement, placed a USB drive on the table.

“Miss Sanderson, I’ve transferred the system files you requested.”

A slight smile played across Harlee’s lips.

Coulson had indeed come through. With a nod of approval, she slipped the USB into her bag.

“Alright, I’ll check it out once I’m back home.”

Coulson’s eyes lit up as he clasped his hands together eagerly.

“And if all is well, might I become your assistant?”

Harlee’s smile grew warmer as she nodded.

“Certainly. I’ll give you a call once I’ve made a decision.”

“Huh?” Coulson paused, a puzzled expression crossing his features.

Harlee laughed gently, a sound like chimes in the quiet room.

“I agreed to update three fighter jet systems for Willis, but we never set a deadline. So, I’ll reach out when I’m ready to begin.” With a casual wave of her phone and a light-hearted goodbye, she made her way toward the parking lot.

News of Harlee’s broken engagement with the Green family swiftly traveled through Baythorn, eliciting laughter and whispers among the townspeople. In the hospital, a smirk of satisfaction crept across Angela’s face as she scrolled through the local gossip on her phone.

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