My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 203

Seraphina repeated his words, her tone dripping with mockery. "Mr. Sullivan, are you absolutely certain you want to make that claim in front of all these media outlets and industry peers?"

Sebastian pressed his lips together, his complexion turning an ugly shade of gray.

Seraphina clicked her remote again, flipping the presentation to the next slide.

Two side-by-side technical specification sheets appeared on the screen. The left side displayed Seraphina's patented data, while the right showed the Sullivan Group's project specs.

The critical parameters were highlighted in glaring red boxes.

Seraphina pointed at the screen, her voice echoing through the massive hall. "These are your parameters."

"And these values are the results of my extensive, repeated testing."

"Every single experiment has a log. Every single data point has a verifiable source."

"Can you, Mr. Sullivan, produce a similar track record of experimental data? Or are you going to tell us that you were simply lucky enough to magically land on the exact same numbers I did?"

A fresh wave of shocked whispers ripped through the audience.

Cameras flashed furiously as reporters scrambled to capture the explosive confrontation.

Despite the panic clawing at his chest, Sebastian forced himself to remain composed, his voice steadying. "Ms. Simmons, it is completely normal in this industry for technical parameters to share similarities."

"You cannot just accuse me of infringement simply because we utilized overlapping data points."

Seraphina clicked the remote once more, zooming in on an incredibly intricate comparison chart. "Similarities?"

She pointed to a microscopic detail on the screen. "Then how do you explain this specific marker?"

Hearing this, Sebastian whipped his head around to stare at the projection.

It was an impossibly tiny marker, practically invisible to the naked eye.

Sebastian's heart stopped for a terrifying second.

Sienna did not hear a word her mother said. Only one thought echoed in her mind: Lucas had given her those files. He promised they were clean. How could this happen?

Ignoring Sebastian's frantic denial, Seraphina continued clicking through her mountain of evidence.

A screenshot of an email chain appeared. The sender and recipient details were blurred out, but it was agonizingly clear that the attached source materials originated from Seraphina.

The crowd buzzed with fresh speculation.

"What is that?"

"It looks like a digital paper trail for the stolen tech."

Seraphina waited for the noise to dip before speaking again.

"These are my patented files. As you can clearly see, these documents originated from my servers, and the trail ends directly inside the Sullivan Group."

She paused, her tone unyielding. "Mr. Sullivan insists his team developed this tech from scratch. So I have to ask: how did your engineers 'independently' invent the exact same core parameters that define my patents? What kind of miraculous in-house process achieved that?"