Chapter: 542

Despite her weakness, Sheri clung to her distortion of the truth.

“Everyone saw you snatch it from me!"

Sheri's stubborn denial garnered support, even from Shelton.

Seeing Sheri's pained expression on the ground, Shelton leaned toward trusting Sheri. "Supernatural Doctor, what did you take from Sheri?

Can you just return it?"

Norah spread out her hands, the white porcelain bottle resting in her palm. "Why would Sheri have a bottle exclusive to my lab? Clearly, she's the thief, taking it from my backpack!" Norah accused.

Pointing at the bottom of the bottle, Norah added, "See this? My custom porcelain bottle. I've etched symbols at the bottom. Sheri, what's inscribed here? Tell everybody!"

Indeed, there were two words at the bottle’s base, unknown to those onlookers, all shaking their heads.

“Sheri, you claimed it's yours. What's written there?" Someone urgently needed Sheri to prove herself after speaking for her.

"I recall Supernatural Doctor using similar porcelain bottles before.

Are they exclusive to her?"

"Sounds right," murmured the researchers, swayed by the appearance of the bottle and Norah's demeanor.

Sheri, thinking it was just another porcelain bottle, had the audacity to accuse Norah. Little did she know about the exclusive inscription. Worse, she couldn't make out those two words at the base.

“I... I don't remember the words, but it's mine. Are you trying to take it from me, right within the research institute?" Sheri challenged, a hint of defiance in her voice.

Norah's gaze turned steely. Sheri was unrepentantly insisting her claim even when faced with evidence. Seeing her lack of repentance, Norah didn't see any reason to show mercy.

"Fine. Let's involve the police. They'll decide whose it is. And for your information, I've got many such bottles in my lab. If you can't pick yours out, stop babbling!" Arms crossed, Norah's stare pierced Sheri with cold resolve.

Sheri, in her institute's white gown, should've been dedicating herself to her project, not resorting to theft and deceit. Had Norah not been so astute, she would have failed to realize that her bag had been gotten into.

Sheri trembled slightly and knew full well of her wrongdoings of taking the porcelain bottle from Norah, no two ways about it. She'd been banking on Norah's imminent departure, thinking she could get Norah's stuff and pull off the research solo. She figured if anything came out of it, her name would be right up there on the credits.

But just when victory seemed within grasp, Norah's grip tightened around Sheri's wrist, outing Sheri then and there.

Regrets flooded Sheri's mind. If only she'd been a tad more cautious, maybe Norah wouldn't have caught her in the middle of her scheme.

Caught in the spotlight, there was no way Sheri was going to own up to her theft. "I won't call the police as long as you give it back to me."

"It's rightfully mine," Norah retorted, each word dripping with defiance.

Norah's expression darkened, her gaze piercing. "Mr. Davis, call the cops. Seems the head of the project teams of this research institute here has a habit of snatching what isn't hers. You might want to dig into her past to see if this isn't a recurring theme," Norah declared, her words a sharp jab at Sheri's integrity.

At this moment, it was hard not to question whether Sheri had built her career on the backs of others’ work, pilfering their achievements to bolster her own. Such conduct was anathema in academic circles!