Dorian was taken aback for a moment.
Behind his glasses, a faint glint of moisture appeared in his eyes, gone in an instant.
He pushed up his glasses to hide his fleeting emotion, a small smile touching his lips.
“You’re welcome… Grace.”
Spring in Jarrow City was always filled with endless rain.
Amelia sat in a private room at an exclusive club, holding a letter of recommendation.
Across from her sat Stephen Halstead, the grandson of Old Mr. Halstead, the head of the review panel for the national new energy storage project.
“Mr. Halstead, this recommendation letter was personally written by a senior member of Harvard’s board. With this, your application to an Ivy League school is a sure thing,” Amelia’s voice was as gentle as water. “All Old Mr. Halstead has to do at the review meeting is, perhaps, lean a certain way…”
Stephen looked at the letter, hesitating. “Miss Cross, you know my grandfather’s temper. If he finds out I traded this for…”
“Who said this was a trade?” Amelia chuckled softly and pushed the envelope toward him. “Think of it as a gift from me. There’s no need for such formalities between our families.”
“Besides, the Cross Group’s technology this time is a joint effort with three foreign firms. It’s already top-of-the-line. I’m just worried that some second-rate little company might try to steal the spotlight with underhanded tactics.”
Stephen hesitated for a moment longer before finally placing his hand over the letter.
“Alright, Miss Cross. I understand.”
Once Stephen left, the smile in Amelia’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Grace? Ha. This time, I’ll make sure you lose completely.
Let’s see what right you have to stand by Damien’s side then!
At that moment, Grace was in the lab, staring at the core data on her computer screen.
The pitter-patter of rain sounded outside the window as her brow furrowed.
She hissed in pain.
Grace instinctively pressed a hand to her side, her face turning pale.

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