Chapter 2359: Looking at Him Is Like Watching a Dog Struggling at Death’s Door

"...You need an IP address to buy a domain name; as long as you find the place selling the domain names, you can trace your IP from them."

"By chance, you probably thought no one could trace you because you used the computer from The First Research Institute’s office."

Nathalie Quinlan’s white jade-like fingertips adjusted the duckbill cap, her eyes black and white, and clearly looked at him: "Mr. Garland, please explain. Who could ’sneak in’ to your office to ’use’ your computer to stand up for you? I also want to know if there’s someone so altruistic at The First Research Institute."

Nathan Garland was rendered speechless directly by the series of evidence she threw in his face.

He didn’t expect Nathalie could uncover so much.

That’s why he hadn’t prepared at all for using the mentioned person to take the blame for him...

...

Outside, there was a huge uproar, everyone was stunned!

"The person spreading rumors these past two days is Mr. Garland?"

"Oh my god, he hid so deeply."

"From the appearance, you can’t tell he’s such a person."

"That’s why people say ’hypocritical’! People like him are terrifying! No wonder none of his subordinates have made any achievements over the years, probably because, like Madeleine, the results were monopolized by him and his mentees."

"So, few of Zevaney Kingsley’s research achievements over the years are her own, right?"

Discussion voices outside continued endlessly.

Nathan Garland heard it all.

His fingertips were trembling continuously, torn between anger and fear.

"You, you are framing me!"

Confronted with the evidence Nathalie presented, he could only make a last-ditch struggle and cling to this reason!

Nathalie had long guessed that he wouldn’t give up easily and would definitely push the blame on framing to try to escape cleanly; it wasn’t that easy to clear himself?

She remained silent, turned back, grabbed a recording pen from her bag, and tossed it in front of Nathan Garland. With her arms folded, looking entirely defiant: "Wanna listen?"

"What is this?"

Nathan Garland was already hesitant to easily touch anything she presented. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked it up slowly.

He examined the recording pen in his hand, looked at the girl in astonishment, and said, "Recording pen? Why are you giving me a recording pen?"

"Didn’t you say I’m framing you? Do you want to listen to what’s inside?" Nathalie’s eyes were clear and bright, showing no emotional fluctuations.

Nathan Garland couldn’t fathom the significance of her giving the recording pen, but he was riding a tiger and unable to get off, so to prove ’innocence’, he could only press the switch on the pen head.

"Teacher, don’t you think it’s strange that Nathalie could solve that problem? The dean probably leaked the question to her beforehand."

The moment Zevaney Kingsley’s voice came from the recording pen, Nathan Garland hurriedly turned it off.

His face changed dramatically, suddenly looking at the girl: "Where did you get it!"

Nathalie leaned on the office desk, supporting herself with a leg, standing somewhat indolently, and upon hearing the question only slightly raised her chin, lifting the duckbill cap with one hand, her tone calm: "So you admit the people in this recording are you and Zevaney Kingsley?"

"I..." Nathan Garland seemed to be struck with a blow, biting his tongue, forcibly swallowing back the questioning words.

Nathalie gave him no chance to turn over, looking at him as if watching a dog in its dying struggle, coldly saying: "The facts are before us. You and Zevaney Kingsley, without any evidence, suspected that the dean leaked questions to me beforehand, and then to substantiate your suspicion, went online to spread rumors massively. Then pretended to be completely unaware and stood up to speak for those fooled by you."