Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Kevitt Smith glanced around the lively room, his students gathered around him like a constellation of eager minds. Among them stood Vesta, the lone face from the East, standing out like a cherry blossom in a garden of roses.

The crowd buzzed with whispers and admiration as they learned that Vesta was not only a brilliant PhD student under the legendary Kevitt Smith, but also the girlfriend of Thorne Henderson, an enviable position that seemed to embody all the luck and beauty the world could offer.

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s Kevitt Smith’s student. That’s incredible!” someone exclaimed, nearly spilling their drink in excitement.

“And she’s stunning to boot! It’s like the universe just handled her everything on a silver platter. So unfair!” another lamented.

“Don’t even get me started! She’s also dating Thorne Henderson? How is that even fair? I give up!” a third person groaned theatrically, rolling their eyes.

Vesta, oblivious to the whirlwind of envy and admiration swirling around her, became an instant focal point. People jostled to introduce themselves, hoping a bit of her brilliance might rub off on them.

One of the more outgoing attendees, eyes twinkling with mischief, nudged Thorne and said, “Mr. Henderson, it seems like you’ve got all the good fortune wrapped around your little finger.”

Thorne chuckled, about to respond when Kevitt Smith gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “Not bad, young man. But I hear you two have been together for a couple of years now. Why haven’t you tied the knot yet? Is my student’s heart that hard to win over? If so, you’d better step up your game. I’m rooting for you!” he teased warmly.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, the lightheartedness infectious. Not everyone was amused, though. Charlene and Stewart stood off to the side, their expressions remaining neutral, while Dalton Ramirez, having just arrived, found himself caught in the undercurrents of the gathering.

Dalton, fresh off a briefing about Kevitt Smith’s illustrious past in Al, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness as he overheard the playful chiding about Thorne and Vesta’s relationship.

Charlene and Stewart noticed Dalton’s arrival but chose to keep their distance, a silent acknowledgment of the tension that had been simmering between them.

Dalton, having recently seen Stewart in a new, less flattering light, decided to make the first move, approaching Stewart with a formality that was a far cry from their previous camaraderie. “Mr. Ferguson,” he greeted curtly, the warmth gone from his voice.

Stewart, unfazed, simply smirked. “Mr. Ramirez, if you’re not inclined to exchange pleasantries, I won’t force the issue. Let’s keep things strictly professional from now on, shall we?”

Dalton nodded, not missing a beat. “As you wish, Mr. Ferguson,” he replied, his tone icy as he cast a quick, frosty glance at Charlene before turning away.

Stewart almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, but before he could dwell on it, Kevitt Smith spotted him.

In the realm of Al, Stewart had carved out a name for himself, his reputation reaching far and wide. It was no wonder that Kevitt Smith, a titan from the previous century, had made Stewart the target of his visit.

Approaching with genuine enthusiasm, Kevitt extended his hand. “Mr. Ferguson, it’s a pleasure. I’ve been following your work on PrimeStar’s Infinite–CM project closely. I’d love to have a chat with you about it.”

PrimeStar’s groundbreaking work had disrupted the industry, knocking Goldland’s monopoly on Al technology off balance.

Engineers and industry leaders worldwide were eager to uncover the secrets behind Stewart’s success.

Kevitt Smith was no exception. Here was his chance, one he wasn’t about to let slip through his fingers.

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