From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1619: 704 Seeking Unattainable (Ending Part 9) Chapter 1619: 704 Seeking Unattainable (Ending Part 9) “When have I ever deceived you?”

“Sis, when are you getting married to Brother Curve?” Hellena Groove teased, swinging Aubree Groove’s arm.

Aubree stayed silent for a moment.

Titi Groove glared fiercely at Hellena, signaling for her to shut up.

Hellena spoke up in confusion, “Sis, aren’t you and Brother Curve dating?

The internet says relationships with no intention of marriage are deceitful.”

Titi desperately wanted to cover her sister’s mouth.

Aubree laughed lightly and gently patted Hellena’s head, “If that’s the case, am I a bad person then?”

Hellena shook her head vigorously, “If that was the case, then it must be Brother Curve who isn’t good enough.

He’s not worthy of you.”

At that moment, Hellena didn’t understand the sorrow in Aubree’s eyes.

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She simply thought that her sister was acting somewhat strange, that maybe she didn’t love Brother Curve as much.

It wasn’t until she fell in love herself and recalled the look in Aubree’s eyes that day that she finally understood Aubree’s phrase, “Am I a bad person then?”

She cried and cried, till her heart ached.

Her innocence had unknowingly hurt the person she loved most.

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As winter became spring and life began blossoming again.

Aubree spent increasing amounts of time in the lab, and one afternoon filled with the sounds of cicadas, she piled a stack of experimental data and reports in front of Jarrell Parker.

Jarrell put on his reading glasses and initially read leisurely.

However, as he read on, his eyes grew wider until he was frozen in his chair.

Disbelieving, he looked up, “You made all of these?”

The young girl nodded gently in confirmation.

The summer sunlight fell on her through the window, making her glow.

You…you…” Jarrell was at a loss for words.

“Do you know that if this data and conclusion are published, they will make waves?

It took you less than a year.

You’re simply a genius.”

“Professor, this is just the beginning.

Next, I’ll need a lot of resources and time for clinical trials.

That’s why I need your help.”

“Why wouldn’t I support you?” Jarrell’s eyes welled up with tears.

“If you succeed, you will benefit all of mankind.

I’m proud of you.”

Jarrell profoundly understood that scientific research needs not just persistent patience, but also significant intelligence.

With her age and her accomplishments, perhaps she was sent by Heaven to save the Earthly World.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll get the funding.

You just need to do what you have to do and I’ll handle the rest.”

In July, under Jarrell’s recommendation, Aubree met Tristan Wood, the representative of Beneficial Pharmaceuticals.

Beneficial Pharmaceuticals is the largest pharmaceutical group in the country and also the biggest investor of the research team.

“A genius indeed.

Aubree, you’re younger and more composed than I imagined.”

Tristan Wood, in his thirties, was well-dressed and looked scholarly with his gold-rimmed glasses.

Aubree responded lightly, “Manager Wood, you flatter me.”

“Aubree, you’ve been working non-stop in the lab.

You should rest for some time.

During the clinical trials stage, I’ll assign people to take over.

Your efforts won’t go to waste.”

Jarrell frowned, “Manager Wood, what do you mean?”

Were they planning to take all the credits for themselves?

“No offense meant, Professor Parker.

You should retire.

Our company will take good care of you and ensure you enjoy the golden years of your life.”

“As for Aubree,” Tristan Wood slid a bank card toward Aubree.

“If you voluntarily give up your findings, you can join Beneficial Pharmaceuticals after graduation, becoming a core member of the research department, a dream for many Benefit University graduates.”

“The money in this card, it’s enough to sustain you for the rest of your life.””

The young lady laughed.

Her radiance in that moment left Tristan Wood stunned.

She pinched the edge of the bank card between her fingers, lightly flicked it, and with a swift movement, the card spun past Tristan Wood’s earlobe and embedded itself in the wooden door behind him.

Tristan Wood was completely taken aback and shuddered involuntarily.

“You…

you…”

“You didn’t do your research before coming here, did you, Manager Wood?

The last thing I need is more money.”

Indeed, Tristan Wood had not done his homework.

He only knew that she was a sophomore who was lucky enough to make successful findings.

Given the company’s investment, these findings couldn’t be solely attributed to her.

He had thought he could just buy her off.

He had never anticipated this strategy would fail.

He seldom indulged in entertainment news or showed any interest in celebrities.

As a result, he was completely unfamiliar with her face.