Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Seated atop the stage, Andy suddenly sighed.

“Good question. This brings me to my next point: talent!”

“I know that it’s not appropriate to talk about this at university where meritocracy is the norm,” he continued with a wink, “but we have to admit that it plays a role. Some people, like this friend of mine, are able to spot innocuous clues at a glance.”

At the sudden mention of his friend with such prophetic abilities, the students in the hall began to engage in a buzz of speculations. They were eager to learn the identity of such a talented individual.

Susan was one of them.

“She is a woman,” Andy proclaimed, smiling with pride and nostalgia. “A decade younger than me, but what a talent she had for financial forecasting. In fact, she predicted the famous oil riot in Zaewora and made me a fortune.”

The mysterious introduction only served to excite the students even more.

“Who is she, Professor? Where is she working now? Is there any chance of her giving a lecture?”

Andy chuckled.

“She’s retired from public life and is very happy remaining home with her husband and children. Even I am unable to make an appointment with her,” he remarked only half-jokingly.

It’s true. She’s a powerful woman now. I’m not even qualified to shine her shoes.

The sun was already disappearing down the western

again. “He talks about these things that our syllabus never covers. Even a student

nodded without

nodded off during the lecture. Eager to participate in the conversation as she was, she found herself

“Especially the part about his friend. It shocked me to hear about such powerful women in the world

vigorously in

he did make a fortune from the

him with their

“How do you know?”

spoke of is my mother,” Ian remarked casually before striding ahead with his schoolbag on his back, leaving the girls behind thunderstruck by his proclamation that was uttered with as much enthusiasm as if it had been a statement of

His mother!

complete awe. Right before they were about to exit the gate of the university on their way to dinner, she suddenly remembered. “Was your

course,” Ian answered. “She used to be the director of

That explains how her son managed to complete the building project so beautifully at only seventeen

not to be left behind, she stamped her feet before hurrying up to them. “Can I come along? I did reserve a seat for you today, didn’t I? It was hard

Ian frowned at the intrusion, Susan

the merrier, Zaylynn. We’re having KFC for

course,” Zaylynn said at