The board members leaned forward, whispering among themselves as the molecular structures appeared.

“It is a breakthrough,” one elderly board member said, adjusting his glasses. “But what about the fire?”

“The fire was arson,” Andrew said, his voice cold and clear. “An attempt to destroy the evidence of theft.”

I clicked the remote, displaying the digital contract with Vesta Foods.

Julian’s and Victoria’s signatures appeared in bright blue ink on the screen.

“This contract was drafted three weeks ago,” I said. “It details the sale of Project Ceres.”

“This is a fabrication,” Victoria stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“We have the digital forensic trail,” Koko said, entering the room with a tablet.

She projected the system log showing the command that locked the laboratory doors.

“The command was sent from Julian Leprince’s laptop at 9:14 PM,” Koko stated.

“You tried to lock Elila inside to burn the evidence,” Andrew said, staring directly at his cousin.

Julian’s face flushed red, and he stood up, glaring at Andrew.

“You have no proof that was my laptop,” Julian spat. “Anyone could have used my credentials.”