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.

a full two hours. The sun was already disappearing down

talks about these things that our syllabus never covers.

nodded

participate in the

it interesting too,” she chimed in. “Especially the part about his friend. It shocked me to hear about such powerful women

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make a fortune from the oil riot back then, he had forced the person to

him with

“How do you know?”

schoolbag on his back, leaving the girls behind thunderstruck by his proclamation that was uttered with as much

His mother!

were about to exit the gate of the university on their way to dinner, she suddenly remembered. “Was your mother

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

how her son managed to complete the building project so beautifully at only seventeen years of

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 work, you

Ian frowned at the intrusion, Susan

KFC for dinner, is that all right

course,” Zaylynn said at once. “I’m