A Dark Revenge On My Cheating Husband Chapter 15
San Francisco, Moscone Center.
The main hall, with a capacity of 1,000 people, was packed to the brim, with the aisles and the back rows crowded with people standing.
The air was filled with an almost feverish anticipation-everyone knew that today, they would witness history.
Backstage in the lounge, Madeleine checked her presentation one last time.
She wore a dark gray business suit and skirt, her makeup subtle and elegant.
The woman in the mirror had a slender face and calm eyes; the faded scar at her temple did not diminish her aura, but instead added a touch of weathered charm.
“Are you nervous?” a man’s voice came from behind her.
Alijah Scott walked in carrying two cups of coffee, dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, his steps steady and composed.
He was the third-generation heir of the Scott Group, and Madeleine’s most important overseas partner-completely different from the so-called “rumored love interest.”
“A little.”
Madeleine took the coffee, answering honestly.
“You deserve all of this.”
Alijah smiled, “Three years ago, when you showed me that rough prototype in a Silicon Valley garage, I knew you would change the world.”
Madeleine did not respond.
She remembered that rainy night three years ago, standing on the streets of San Francisco with her suitcase, penniless, with only a laptop and a heart full of despair.
It was Alijah who discovered her-or rather, discovered her talent.
“It’s time.”
A staff member knocked on the door to remind them.
Madeleine took a deep breath and finished her coffee in one gulp.
When she walked onto the stage, the entire hall erupted in thunderous applause.
“Good afternoon, everyone.”
The big screen lit up, the image split in two.
On the left was congested city traffic and accident-prone roads; on the right was a blank space.
Her voice echoed through the hall, clear and steady: “Three years ago, I participated in the development of an intelligent driving system. It was supposed to make roads safer, but for various reasons, it became the source of disaster.”
Madeleine’s tone was calm, but those in the audience who knew her story could hear the undercurrents beneath that calmness.
“Since then, I’ve been pondering one question: When technology betrays its original purpose, what should we do?”
She clicked the remote, and lines of code began to appear in the blank space on the right.
“The answer is to start over.”
For the next forty-five minutes, Madeleine presented the “Astroride S10” to the world.
A brand-new architecture, revolutionary algorithms, and unprecedented safety redundancy design.
When the demonstration showed simulated vehicles driving smoothly even under extreme road conditions, the audience gasped in disbelief.
The most astonishing part was the live demonstration.
The big screen was connected to a live feed from a test site 60 kilometers away in the desert- twenty vehicles equipped with the S10 Drive System completed a series of complex tests, including convoy formation, emergency obstacle avoidance, and extreme weather response, all without human control.
Zero errors.
When the demonstration ended, the entire audience stood and applauded, and the applause lasted a full three minutes.
It was time for the media Q&A session.
“Ms. Pynson, the $10 Drive System and the Kenward Group’s previously released S9 Drive System share similarities in naming and some design concepts. Is there any connection between the two?”
The question was sharp, but Madeleine was well prepared.
“The $10 Drive System is a completely independently developed new system, unrelated to any existing product.”
She paused, then added, “If there is any connection, it’s that the existence of the $10 Drive System proves that some mistakes can be corrected, and some wounds can be healed-both in technology and in humanity.”
A low murmur rose from the audience.
Everyone understood the underlying meaning.
“How do you view the Kenward Group’s current predicament? There are rumors that they are doing whatever it takes to get you back to save the company.”
Madeleine was silent for a few seconds.
“Everyone must take responsibility for their own choices.” Her voice was soft, but through the microphone, it reached every ear clearly. “What I can do is make sure the tragedy does not happen again.”
The Q&A session ended in a subtle atmosphere.
As Madeleine stepped off the stage, Alijah was waiting for her at the backstage entrance.
“You answered very well,” he said.
Madeleine shook her head. “Just the truth.”
“What’s next? The celebration dinner is at seven, but if you’re tired-”
“I’d like to be alone for a while.”
Alijah nodded in understanding and patted her shoulder. “Go ahead. The car is waiting for you at the side door.”
The black sedan drove away from the convention center, merging into the night of San Francisco.
Madeleine sat in the back seat, gazing at the dazzling streets outside the window, feeling a sense of peace she had never known before.
Her phone vibrated-it was a message from her assistant: “Ms. Pynson, Mr. Kenward has been waiting for you in the hotel lobby for four hours. Should I arrange for you to enter through another entrance?”
Madeleine stared at the message, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time.
In the end, she replied: “No need. I’ll go in through the main entrance.”
What must be faced, must be faced.
