Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 344

Gwyneth pushed herself upright, propping herself up on one elbow. The muscled man lying beside her reached over and draped a plush robe around her shoulders.

Another man, whose sole task seemed to be holding her phone, continued to keep it pressed against her ear.

Her caramel curls tumbled in loose waves over one bare shoulder. Even without a trace of makeup, Gwyneth’s face held a striking allure—an effortless beauty that drew the eye.

“Impossible!” someone on the line snapped. “Didn’t we already calculate that the model framework she proposed was the optimal choice?”

“Selene’s work…” The voice on the phone hesitated, frustrated. “Her code is too new—too untested. We’re running computations on eight thousand GPUs at once, but we have no idea at which stage to intervene. The output is churning out so much junk data it’s eating up all our memory, and to clean it up—well, deciding which part to clear while keeping the framework functional will take a massive investment. We’re talking a huge team working around the clock.”

Gwyneth let out an impatient sigh. “Speak plain English!”

The caller reined in his technical jargon. “We can’t handle Selene’s framework. By 10 AM today, we’ll have to activate the emergency shutdown and switch to the backup. That’ll cost us a hundred million. But if we stubbornly stick to Selene’s model without her guidance, we’re looking at losses starting at half a billion.”

“No matter what we do, next month, we’ll have nothing to show the Department of Commerce.”

Gwyneth inhaled deeply, her annoyance etched clear across her face.

She’d already cut Selene out of the project—no way she’d invite her back just to oversee the algorithm.

“Bring in the experts from OmniCore Technologies,” she ordered. “They should be able to debug Selene’s framework.”

The man on the phone started to protest, but at the mention of OmniCore’s name, he simply said, “Understood.”

Gwyneth brushed away the hand holding her phone. That single call from her subordinate had soured her entire morning.

Ms. Lockridge, if you insist on burning bridges, you’d better pray you never need to cross back over them.

Selene’s words echoed in her mind.

Gwyneth let out a derisive laugh. This wasn’t her first time playing hardball. She’d always claimed the prize for herself, swallowing entire projects whole. And every time, it had paid off—she’d never once had to go crawling back to anyone.

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