As she was lost in thought, Granger spotted her car and walked over.

Charlene slowly rolled down her window. “Mr. Harden.”

Granger replied, “Morning.”

Charlene nodded, “Morning.” Then she asked, “Is there something you need, Mr. Harden?”

Honestly, Granger didn’t have a concrete reason for being there. He was just following up on a hunch he’d had a couple of nights back. He said, “Last Saturday night, outside the restaurant, I saw you with Mr. Ferguson and Mr. Kenton.” Charlene listened, not quite sure where this was going, when Granger suddenly asked, “You’re also one of Mr. Kenton’s students, aren’t you?”

She froze, her brow furrowing as she looked at him. “You-”

But Granger saw the answer in her reaction.

“So, the two PrimeStar projects were your team’s work as well?”

Charlene pressed her lips together. “What exactly-”

“Just one more question,” Granger interrupted. “The CUAP programming language for PrimeStar, that was your creation too, right?”

Even though he wasn’t a tech expert, Granger knew enough about the industry to understand how groundbreaking CUAP was. He was aware that CUAP had been integral to PrimeStar since its inception.

If this hunch was correct, it meant that Charlene had developed this impressive system when she was just

seventeen.

Meanwhile, Vesta, another programming language developed much later, still couldn’t hold a candle to CUAP It was clear just how extraordinary Charlene’s talent in this field was.

Everyone was praising PrimeStar’s technological prowess. But it wasn’t Stewart who deserved the accolades.

The real genius was Charlene.

Charlene remained silent.

Granger, however, had already pieced it all together.

Even though he had suspected the truth, having it confirmed was still a shock.

He looked at Charlene, reflecting on past and recent events.

He suddenly realized he might never have truly known her.

Charlene finally spoke, “Did you come all this way just to tell me this?”

“I was just really surprised and wanted confirmation.”

Even though he had shown up that morning, Granger hadn’t actually planned to confront her with these questions. Given their current relationship, it wasn’t exactly appropriate. But somehow, seeing her made him blurt it out.

He had surprised himself by doing so.

Before Charlene could respond, Granger assured her, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Charlene paused, seeing the sincerity in his eyes when he said that.

She chose not to say anything.

Granger took a step back, creating some space between them. “You should go on inside. I won’t keep you.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Charlene stared after him, perplexed.

She frowned slightly, parked her car in the underground garage, and headed upstairs.

In the days that followed, both Charlene and Stewart were consumed with work. Whenever they had a spare moment, they eagerly dug into the materials Kenton had given them, often arriving at the office at dawn and leaving well after midnight. After more than ten relentless days, Charlene found herself at the airport one morning, waiting to pick up a business partner.

She waited for over twenty minutes before the person she was expecting finally arrived.