His gaze flickered back to Millie, a barely perceptible, cold smirk ghosting across his eyes.
“Well then, I wish you both the best of luck.”
Gian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Alexander was shielding Millie, to a remarkable degree.
His reply carried a subtle note of mockery. “The professor only takes on local students—he has no interest in those obsessed with foreign credentials.”
Ever since Millie had returned home, she’d paraded her dual PhDs from overseas at every opportunity.
But these days, the country’s technology sector was hardly lagging behind anyone else.
Even without the personal grudges, Mr. Hawthorne would never have chosen her.
The old guard of scientists tended to look down on people like her the most.
Gian spoke up. “Professor, let’s go. There’s something I’d like to discuss.”
Mr. Hawthorne waved them off, a gesture of farewell.
Alexander inclined his head politely. “Take care, Mr. Hawthorne.”
Mr. Hawthorne shot Alexander a brief look, let out a sharp, dismissive huff, and turned on his heel.
Millie pressed her lips together, her expression darkening.
Just like that, she’d been branded as someone with an unhealthy obsession for the West.
Alexander glanced at her, offering a gentle, understated smile. “Upset?”
Millie said nothing.
Upset was putting it mildly. With her qualifications, she could outshine any of Mr. Hawthorne’s current students.
Yet, he’d rejected her over and over again.
Stubborn old man.
Alexander gave a quiet laugh. “Mr. Hawthorne’s getting on in years. He’s developed a bias against people who studied abroad. Can’t really blame him.”
He paused. “Next time, should I introduce you to someone else?”
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