Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Bailey cast a glance at him.

The ghost of a smile crept up her face.

He copied my codes, and yet he had the audacity to ask me to give up on this competition. What kind of twisted mentality is that? Are copycats this arrogant these days? Hah!

“If I lose, you can use me as a stepping stone to becoming today's spotlight. Just look at how I support you, my friend. The eighteen participants before me didn't want to become your backdrop, so I volunteered. So, quit yakking and ask them to get started.”

The texts on the giant screen began scrolling up rapidly again.

Halfway through the test, Jason sprang up from his seat and shouted, “There's a problem with her source code. It's exactly the same as mine! I demand that the judges display mine side by side for comparison.”

The initially bustling convention center immediately fell silent.

Everyone turned to look in Jason's direction, anticipating his next move.

The host approached him and asked in puzzlement, “Mr. Jason, what do you mean?”

Jason pointed at the screen onstage and said through gritted teeth, “This is the source code I submitted. Every set of data is exactly the same as mine. Bailey plagiarized my work.”

His words felt like a bolt of lightning to everyone present.

As the convention center was too noisy, some people couldn't hear what he had said at first.

However, now that the convention center was pin-drop silent, his accusation reverberated in the convention center, crystal clear for everyone to hear.

The host widened his eyes at Jason for a moment before he turned to Bailey and asked, “Ms. Jefferson, do you have anything to say?”

Bailey narrowed her eyes slightly as if she was contemplating something.

“What is there for a copycat like her to say? I submitted this source code first. If any other participants' submission is similar to mine, then it's clear that they've plagiarized my work. As you know, this woman right here submitted last. She must have copied my work. We cannot let this behavior go unpunished!”

“They're really quite similar,” a participant commented.

“Yes, I think so too. But we don't know who the copycat is,” another participant chimed in.

The host thought for a moment and announced, “Now that a participant has been accused of plagiarizing, we have to investigate the matter thoroughly to ensure that it is a fair competition. Everyone, please stay calm. I will ask the technical team to display both source codes on the screen.”

Then, the host hurried off to the backstage.

The convention center went into an uproar after the host left.

Meanwhile, below the stage, Susan was sitting on Edmund's lap. Seeing that her mother was rubbing her temples onstage, she pouted and groaned, “Bad guys are trying to hurt Bay again. This is so annoying.”

Edmund patted her head and smiled. “I think it's too soon to say who's going to get hurt. Your mommy is a smart woman. She can surely turn this situation around. I think the person who's trying to hurt her is going to get real unlucky today.”

Susan blinked and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Daddy Eddy, I don't want to be your daughter anymore.”

Edmund was stunned.

“Hmm? You don't want your mommy to marry me anymore?” he asked carefully.

“No.” The little girl shook her head as a dark glint fleeted across her eyes.

She used to hope that Edmund would become her father. However, ever since Zayron told her about their identities, she knew that Edmund and Bailey would not work out anymore.

Not wanting to upset Edmund, she said, “Daddy Eddy, I like you. Could you let me marry you in the future?”

Taken aback by her innocent remark, Edmund let out a chuckle. “I know you must be joking. If I marry your mommy, I'm going to love and care for you, my little princess. You're going to meet your Prince Charming in the future, Susan.”

Right then, the host's voice rang out in the convention center.

“Everyone, after communicating with our judges, we think that it is imperative that we compare both source codes side by side. Do the two participants consent to this?”