when I Wile
very young.
After my father died, I was sent to live with the Lowes.
For a long time, I had no idea what it felt like to be cared for–to have the unconditional support of an adult until I met my mentor in my past life.
Back then, I had been buried in work, trying to finalize a research paper for publication.
Three days holed up in the lab, sleep–deprived, my eyes red–rimmed from exhaustion.
Even at dinner with my research team, my mind was still running through calculations.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice when she suddenly tapped me on the head with the end of her
spoon.
“Spacing out at dinner like this–anyone watching would think I’m overworking you.”
I snapped back to reality, startled.
Then, casually, she reached over and tugged my cheek.
“You should smile more, you know? You’re still young. Why do you look more burnt–out than an old woman like me?”
Now, in this lifetime, she met my eyes again.
After a long silence, she finally spoke.
“When I’m not drowning in research, I sometimes read novels. You know, the kind about time travel and reincarnation.
“It’s a little far–fetched, sure, but I have to admit… they’re pretty entertaining.”
I blinked. “Really? I don’t really read that kind of thing.”
I’ll have your research verified as soon as possible and integrate it into the project’s development at a reasonable pace,” Velma said.
“Meanwhile, once you’ve completed your foundational courses, I’ll submit a request to the university to bring
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you into my lab early.
“If you run into any other difficulties, just let me know.”
Now that got my attention.
I stepped forward and grasped her hand, my voice filled with genuine sincerity.
“Professor, actually, there is something.”
With my advisor paving the way, I quickly sold off several large–scale algorithmic software programs I had developed.
The deals not only secured me a substantial sum of money but also granted me access to far more extensive and reliable information networks.
One company even sent me an invitation to an exclusive business gala.
Hoping to land a few more deals, I attended only to run into Stacy.
She was dressed in an elegant white cocktail gown, a delicate string of pearls resting against her collarbone.
Trailing closely behind Juliette.
Both of them basked in the glow of high society’s attention, soaking in the admiration of the crowd.
In my past life, her relationship with Nicholas had never been accepted by his family.
Juliette, in particular, despised her going so far as to publicly declare that the Scott family would never welcome a girl from such a “lowly background.”
But in this life, it seemed Stacy had smoothly ingratiated herself into their world.
I let out a quiet, mocking laugh, handed out my business card, and turned to leave only to hear her voice behind
- me.
“Lucy.”
I turned around, only to see that Stacy stepping away from Juliette and was now standing directly in front of me.
She lifted her wine glass, tilting her head with an innocent expression–one she had the years.
“Sisters shouldn’t hold grudges, don’t you think? Instead of running around, trying to sell your little projects for money, wouldn’t it be easier to just ask me for help?”
I raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly should I be asking you
Stacy let out a bright, carefree laugh.
for?”
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“I’m officially recognized by the Scott family now. I’m Nicholas Scott’s fiancée. So, tell me, what do you think you should be asking me for?”
