Chapter 217

Camille Valrose's face twisted in anger. Her voice rose sharply. "Evelyn Langley, how dare you make such baseless accusations! I entered every single report from our team into the system. Not a single one is missing!"

Her trembling finger pointed at the computer screen. "Check the entry logs if you don't believe me. The system crash lost a lot of data, but these records are still intact!"

She ground her teeth together. "Stop trying to frame me!"

Evelyn let out a soft hum. "They weren't lost. Because when I picked them up from the trash, I noticed the date was current. So I put them back."

Camille's entire body shook with rage. "Then why accuse me of losing reports? First you say you found them on the floor, then claim you returned them. You're contradicting yourself!"

Evelyn remained calm. "First, I merely stated facts. I said I saw a report on the floor, picked it up, and returned it. I never specified who lost it. No one else jumped to conclusions either. You're overreacting."

"That's exactly what you implied!"

"Second," Evelyn raised her voice slightly, "if you think I'm lying, retrieve that report. Check if there are footprints on the cover."

Camille sneered. "Don't you know all paper reports get shredded after entry?"

Evelyn remained unruffled. "No matter. The lab has surveillance. Pull the footage from 11 AM to noon two days ago. Then we'll see who's telling the truth."

All color drained from Camille's face.

She had indeed seen a report with footprints that afternoon.

After finishing data entry, she'd been relieved to spot the overlooked document and quickly inputted the missing data.

Adrian Klein took one look at Camille's expression and understood.

He quickly intervened. "We're all colleagues here. No need for such hostility."

"Our priority is recovering the lost data. Evelyn mentioned AI searches require extensive keywords, but..."

Oliver Lancelot trailed off.

Who could possibly remember that much data?

Adrian turned directly to Evelyn. "You said you looked at the report when you picked it up?"

"Yes."

"How much do you recall?"

"All of it."

The conference room filled with sharp intakes of breath.

Adrian's expression didn't change. "Can this report's data serve as AI search keywords?"

"Correct."

"Good." He opened his laptop. "Dictate. I'll transcribe."

Evelyn began reciting. "Thickness, unit micrometers, standard value 25.0-26.0, testing method..."

"MD tear resistance, unit grams, standard value 165.1314362, testing method..."

Vincent Macmillan and Natalie Blanchet exchanged glances.

She actually remembered everything?

Oliver's expression shifted from doubt to shock, ending in pure admiration.

This memory was terrifying!

Evelyn spoke continuously for twenty minutes. Adrian recorded 1,192 data points.

He imported them into the AI system and pressed enter.

Ten seconds later, the screen populated with numerous related data entries.

Natalie shouted excitedly. "Master! Come check if these are the right ones..."

The senior technician examined the screen and worked briefly. "We've recovered a batch of data. But I can't confirm if it's what you need. Someone should verify..."