The Billionaire's Stubborn Genius

Chapter 8: Stalking

Just then, Professor Smith's assistant approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Professor Smith hurriedly got up and walked around the sofa. He saw the girl who was playing a mobile game with her head down next to the table. His eyes lit up, and he ran towards her with his arms wide open like a child in his 50s.

"Little girl?" The professor looked at Kourtney Elijah in surprise.

Huh? Found out again. Ever since she made significant progress on her project last year, this persistent old man had been sending people to contact her, and she had turned him down many times. Little did she know that he would show up at the dinner.

"How did you consider the offer I made to you last time? As long as you join my team, you can utilize my laboratory resources as you wish," Professor Smith stated his intention so directly that he forgot there were people around watching them.

"No... I mean, thank you so much! But I don't need to join anyone's team right now." Once again, Kourtney Elijah declined.

Professor Smith's face fell with disappointment. Why did she refuse to join his lab, especially when he offered the top lab in the world with ample research funding? He believed he could provide everything she needed if she agreed to join. Despite his assistant contacting her before, he hoped a personal visit might persuade her.

But she remained resolute.

Bella was jealous. Despite her attempts to befriend the professor, he ignored her. And her sister turned down such a renowned offer. What did she possess that warranted such treatment from the professor? Bella couldn't fathom.

Curious, old Mr. Elijah asked, "Professor Smith, what did you just say? Do you want Kourtney to join your team? How do you know her? What has she done to make you think this way?"

Professor Smith wanted to explain but realized the project was confidential. Discussing it in public might pose risks if it fell into the wrong hands, potentially harming society's development. There were precedents in scientific research history, such as Einstein's experiences. Reluctant to weaponize his research, the final outcome was well-known.

With too many people around, discussing it was unwise.

He fabricated a reason, "In an unexpected chance encounter, she helped me a great deal, and I just wanted to express my gratitude. It's purely a personal gesture."

This reason really doesn't add up. So, the thanks to a high school girl is to let her join his lab? But it seemed like the professor didn't even want to say anything more. Nor did he continue to ask.

What's the deal with this young lady?

The dinner continued, and then old Mr. Elijah got a little tired and invited the professor to join him in the lounge. It was filled with business gifts from everyone.

Suddenly, one of the mahogany boxes caught his attention. "Excuse me, who gave you this gift?"

Old Mr. Elijah looked at it and said, "That granddaughter of mine. What? Do you recognize this gift? I haven't opened it yet."

"Please take care of it," Professor Smith said seriously.

"Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe."

This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't seem too normal.

On the other side...

Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, she wouldn't forget.

He, in fact, was the male stripper from the hotel.

Why did he also come to her grandfather's birthday party? Was he following her?

Seeing that she was looking at herself, the male stripper waved the bank card in his hand, the bank card she gave him.

She felt embarrassed, got up, and walked directly to the man.

"Why are you here?" Kourtney Elijah asked, "Are you following me?"

If he was here to threaten her, she would make him regret it.

Jeff Howard, a glass of red wine in hand, leaned gracefully against the railing, then leaned close and whispered in her ear, "I'm here to work."

Kourtney Elijah glanced over, and not far to his right, there happened to be a middle-aged lady looking in his direction, and she was winking at him. Is this? Kourtney's emotions became overwhelmingly mixed.

She took another good look at the lady. Slightly chubby, dressed somewhat conventionally, and not very good-looking. It seems that a male stripper's job is not easy. No matter what kind of customer, he had to face.

When the lady saw that someone kept staring at her, she couldn't help but look back at Kourtney as well.

"What can I do for you?" The lady asked, and Kourtney Elijah suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"No!"

"I have a few things I want to say to you," Jeff whispered to her, "You don't want to stay here and let people watch us, do you? And then keep making up those little stories about the flings?"

Kourtney turned to leave, and Jeff followed slowly behind.

There was a quiet observation deck at the back of the hotel.

"What's up, come on," Kourtney said.

"Aren't you curious about..." Suddenly, there was a strange sound from the corridor outside.

Curious, they both looked out through the wall, only to see a man and woman, about to up on alcohol, having s*x directly in the hallway. The man pressed the woman against the wall, lifted her skirt, and pulled out his "big chocolate" and plunged right in. The woman had no qualms about screaming out loud.

This image was too much excitement... Kourtney looked a little annoyed. She was embarrassed and coughed gently. The male stripper hurriedly gestured to her, smoothly kissed her, not wanting her to make another sound.

For some reason, Kourtney did not refuse. She continued to meet him, his body pressed against hers, she could feel his thing slowly hardening, raw against her belly.