Chapter 470

Chapter 470:

The InnoTech team occupied the front row. Belle wore a sharp, tailored white power suit, sitting with her legs crossed, playing the role of the brilliant female executive. Grayson sat at the end of the row, his posture painfully erect — he had refused a wheelchair, but every slight movement was a visible, tightly controlled effort. His face was pale, his eyes shadowed from lack of sleep.

The head judge tapped the microphone.

“Welcome to the ISSDC finals,” the judge announced. “We will begin with the presentation from InnoTech.”

Belle stood, smoothed her jacket, and walked confidently up the stairs to the stage. She clicked her remote, and a highly polished, visually stunning presentation appeared on the massive screen behind her.

𝗙o𝗹𝘭𝗼𝘸 𝗎𝘴 𝗈𝗻 g𝖺𝘭𝗇оve𝗹ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮

“Our lunar base architecture utilizes a modular honeycomb design,” Belle spoke smoothly into her headset microphone. “This reduces material transport costs by twenty percent.”

The investors in the crowd nodded approvingly. The buzzwords landed well. Grayson let out a slow breath, feeling a small measure of relief.

Belle finished her speech to a round of polite, solid applause. She walked down the stairs and shot a smug, challenging look toward the Carson Dynamics section.

The judge spoke again. “Next up, Carson Dynamics.”

Everyone in the room expected Arland Roth to walk up to the podium.

Instead, a spotlight hit the side door of the stage.

Isolde walked out.

She wore a dark navy suit, her hair pulled back into a tight, severe bun. She carried nothing but a small laser pointer.

Whispers broke out immediately across the hall.

“Who is that? Is that Grayson Lancaster’s ex-wife?”

“What is she doing up there? Is she going to arrange flowers?”

Daron laughed loudly from the front row. “Looks like Carson Dynamics is banking on a pretty face to distract the investors. Are you going to pitch them with engineering, Isolde, or with the same skills you used on Carter Sterling?”

Isolde stood in the dead center of the stage. She ignored the noise. She pressed the button on her pointer.

The screen behind her flashed. A hyper-complex, three-dimensional dynamic model of a lunar surface module appeared, covered in moving airflow vectors and stress heat maps.

“InnoTech’s proposal looks very pretty on paper,” Isolde’s voice boomed through the speakers — calm, deep, and commanding absolute authority. “But it ignores one fatal, mission-ending variable. Lunar dust.”

She zoomed in on the honeycomb joints of Belle’s model.

“Lunar dust carries a heavy electrostatic charge,” Isolde explained. “It adheres to solar panels and modular joints. InnoTech’s design will suffer a fifty percent drop in energy efficiency within three months. It is a death trap.”

The hall erupted in shocked murmurs. The judges leaned forward, scribbling furiously on their notepads. Belle’s face turned the color of ash.

“Carson Dynamics’ architecture,” Isolde continued, pacing the stage, “doesn’t just mitigate this problem. It redefines it. We utilize an electrostatic repulsion coating paired with a self-cleaning geometric structure. But the core innovation is a reverse application of quantum fluid dynamics in a vacuum.”

She ran the live simulation data on the screen. She didn’t recite equations — she unveiled an entirely new theoretical framework, one that took the foundational principles of aerospace engineering and propelled them into a new dimension. She broke the hardest physics problems down into clear, undeniable logic, and the room felt the weight of it.

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Message from Noa: Have a beautiful morning lovely readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. (=◡=) /

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