Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1741
Chapter 1741: 421: Evil begets evil!_6 Chapter 1741: 421: Evil begets evil!_6 As an aunt, she would definitely have rushed over to advocate for Christina Armstrong if she knew about this.
Unfortunately…
Thinking of the moment she saw Christina's body and suicide note, Windy Armstrong started crying again.
Her niece's life had been so hard!
Returning from the cemetery.
Isla Astir kept feeling stifled, so she found a shortcut down the mountain on her own.
She reminisced about every little interaction she had with Christina.
When they last met, she'd seemed so happy, and during that time, she could have reached out for help, but she hadn't.
This showed just how strong her determination to die had been.
Why?
Isla Astir took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, letting the raindrops fall one by one upon her.
At that moment, a black umbrella appeared above her head.
The hand holding the umbrella handle was fair and slender, exceptionally attractive.
Following that hand upward, she saw a handsome face.
It was…
Mandel Thompson.
“Brother Thompson,” Isla Astir wiped away the tears on her face with her hand.
Mandel Thompson handed her a tissue.
“Thank you,” Isla Astir said.
“You're welcome. Let me take you home,” Mandel Thompson said next.
“Okay,” Isla Astir nodded.
After that, the two of them walked in silence, without exchanging a single word.
About ten minutes passed.
Mandel Thompson spoke softly, “Miss Astir, if you're tired, you can lean on my shoulder.”
Isla Astir was a somewhat famous comic author, so those who were familiar with her respectfully addressed her as “teacher.”
Upon hearing this, Isla Astir was momentarily stunned.
Mandel Thompson placed his hand on her head and gently pressed, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder.
In that instant…
Isla Astir was frozen.
Time seemed to have stopped right then.
In Country Polluton.
Piloy sat at a seat near the window inside the Cafe.
Across from her sat a middle-aged man with a goatee.
This was Professor Grant.
“Professor Grant, here's our Laboratory's proposal, please take a look,” Piloy handed the proposal over to Mason Grant.
He took the proposal.
After going through it, Mason Grant, narrowing his eyes, shared his concerns, “Miss Piloy, first of all, I have a lot of faith in your capabilities. Professor Casla wouldn't have made it this far without you. But I hope you understand my difficulties. I've heard that Professor Casla previously had a conversation with Professor Thompson.”
It was because of Viola Thompson's refusal that Piloy had to find her.
After all, Viola Thompson was a leading figure in the field of biology.
If even she was not optimistic about it, Professor Grant also had his worries.
Should the experiment fail, the consequences were unimaginable.
Before Piloy could speak, Mason Grant continued, “I also heard that Professor Casla approached Professor Alnwick.”
Similarly, because of Viola Thompson's stance, Alnwick had declined the collaboration.
Piloy was originally going to deny this, but instead, she smiled and said, “Professor Grant, this rejection is surely the biggest regret of Professor Alnwick's life! But there is no such thing as a pill for regret in this world! Likewise, I hope that you seize this opportunity that could change your fate. If you decide the same as them, then consider my visit today as if it never happened.”
But Mason Grant still harbored apprehensions, “But, Professor Thompson…”
Piloy narrowed her eyes and quickly added, “Professor Grant, I believe you understand human nature better than I do; it's always greedy. If you were Viola Thompson, I trust you would make the same decision as her. As a standout in the field of biology, naturally, she can't stand seeing anyone outdo her!”
Chapter end
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