Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 204 A New Start

Olive’s POV,

Bernardo Colton once said that time is the best friend of truth. It’s a good confirmation of my doctoral career, and it also confirms my life experience.

Three years have passed since that ridiculous wedding.

Within three years, I completed my research, published my thesis on Nature, and got my diploma.

I graduated in five years. My mentor Dr. Julian said that I broke his laboratory’s “record of the earliest student to graduate”. I rolled my eyes at this. never thinking that he also knew this kind of silly joke that only circulated among students.

“Seriously, Olive, don’t you consider pursuing a post-doctoral degree? Or would you like to go to England? I have an old friend in Oxford who is very interested in your subject…”

“Well, thanks, Dr. Julian. But I’ve already signed the contract.”

“Lucky Germans!” Julian muttered dissatisfiedly but finally gave me a big hug, “Olive, you are a talented young woman. I don’t quite understand your decision, but I think maybe young people have their reasons. If one day you regret it, please remember that my laboratory will always welcome you back.”

lucky to know you,” I hugged my

over fulfilled. I even got lifetime offers from some schools. But life is like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, and you never know what the next one will taste like, just like I had never thought that I would choose to

German pharmaceutical company. I didn’t

flying, I landed at Munich Airport. People were talking in German that I couldn’t

me, and she was

in neuroscience

Just call

that I was a little flattered. Charlotte was so enthusiastic,

technically speaking, I didn’t know many Germans except my classmate Nick’s ex-boyfriend, but he was a cheating scum and I thought scums had nothing

the way, “We have dozens of laboratories in Germany, and even more abroad. But the No. 3 laboratory you’re joining is the best in all aspects. It not only has the most adequate funding and

like, I can give you the phone numbers of some DJs. We can go through the back doors and sneak in without

sorry, I forgot that you are an American.” The curly-haired young girl looked

played with feet instead of hands.” I shrugged

young girl seemed to be relieved. She stuck out her tongue, and said a little embarrassedly, “Sorry, have I been talking too much? Or do

here, I was even afraid that I’d meet some German who doesn’t speak at all, you know…” I winked at this enthusiastic