Chapter 171

Harvard University's official account released a video that sent shockwaves across the internet.

Observant netizens quickly discovered the verified status of the account.

This served as direct vindication for Evelyn Langley.

In the footage, Adrian Klein appeared as the final interviewer.

When he delivered that flawless English speech, the comment section exploded.

"Holy crap! That accent is perfection!"

"Favoritism? More like trial by fire!"

"First time seeing someone get tested during an interview. Savage!"

The whiteboard he prepared sent another wave of astonishment.

The comment section went wild.

"Professor Klein is ridiculously hot!"

"Totally shatters my stereotype of researchers!"

"Those wire-rim glasses are lethal! Total ice prince!"

A few skeptical voices remained.

"Fake video!"

"Obvious damage control!"

But they were swiftly drowned out.

"You think we're idiots?"

"Questioning an official release?"

"Trolls get out!"

Sophia Laurent monitored the online reactions closely.

Seeing the shift, she immediately texted Evelyn.

Evelyn was pruning plants on her balcony.

Hearing the notification, she removed her gloves and washed her hands before checking the message.

A familiar voice came through the video.

This was her first time watching her own interview from an outsider's perspective.

Yet her gaze kept drifting to Adrian.

From his focused questioning, to the restrained offer letting her quit, to that faint final smile.

Every detail exuded professionalism and grace.

"Evie, check the comments!" Sophia followed up.

Evelyn scrolled through remarks completely different from yesterday's vitriol.

Now filled with memes and lighthearted jokes.

Some even analyzed her outfit choices.

The abrupt change left her momentarily stunned.

As she set her phone down, it rang.

"Ethan Winston" flashed on the screen.

After a brief hesitation, she answered.

"I saw what happened online. Are you okay?"

"It's handled," Evelyn replied softly.

"Harvard acted surprisingly fast." Ethan sounded rueful. "I didn't even get to help."

"Did you need something, Mr. Winston?"

"Must we be so formal?" His bitter chuckle carried through. "Ethan is fine."

"You're too kind."

Silence stretched across the line.