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Tricia had spent six years abroad, and her fluency in foreign languages was nothing short of impressive. She accepted the group’s compliments without a hint of

modesty.

Her eyes flicked toward Charlotte in the crowd, chin tilting upward ever so slightly, as if to say: Even if your background is ordinary, a prestigious degree from overseas will always trump whatever you have.

Besides, Professor Aldridge was from Montovia, and she was certain she commanded more of his attention than anyone else present.

Genevieve didn’t know the first thing about neurosurgery, but hearing everyone heap praise on Tricia left her with a certain awe in her eyes. “See, didn’t I tell you Tricia’s

brilliant?” she said to her brother.

She couldn’t resist a scornful glance at Charlotte. “Unlike some people, who just take up space and accomplish nothing.”

Charlotte ignored her.

Tricia noticed and smiled sweetly. “Genevieve, don’t say that. Everyone has their strengths. Dr. Sterling is the best neurosurgeon here–she probably knows as much as I do, if not more.”

Genevieve scoffed. “She’s just an ordinary undergrad, probably can’t even speak a second language. She’s nowhere near as accomplished as you, Tricia.”

She’d made up her mind about Charlotte–nothing about her was worth respecting.

Wesley looked grim. He couldn’t explain it, but every time someone put Charlotte down, it irritated him.

He glanced at Evander, who stood silent and aloof. Was this really the man Charlotte called her husband?

Right now, he seemed almost pained by how the Howard family treated her.

An assistant approached Professor Aldridge and murmured something in his ear. The professor’s face, which had been lit with anticipation, fell with disappointment. “Miss, you’re clearly well–versed in neural stem cell transplantation,” he said to Tricia, “but the features you described were published in the academic community over ten years ago. I wonder if you’ve read that paper.”

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medical field barely noticed it–it was so obscure, hardly

here would

had been ten years. Professor Aldridge, now a leading

later on; if the original author cared,

stepped forward by now.

work would

lowered her gaze, smiling demurely. “I didn’t expect

Professor. I’m honored.”

your work?” Professor Aldridge asked,

ear. She didn’t

marveled at Tricia’s credentials,

the reverent mood.

eyes turned

Evander looked at her, frowning slightly. She had never smiled like that in

of him.

what’s so funny?” Genevieve

arms, unfazed. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” She met Tricia’s gaze, one eyebrow arching. “So, this ten–year–old paper was really written by Miss

digging her nails into

mean by that? Was she

question had been published anonymously. Unless the real author stepped forward, no one would ever know. And if they did,

paper on neural stem cell transplantation in Annals of Medicine ten years ago,” Tricia replied smoothly, her words measured and credible. “My ideas were just too advanced at the time, which is why

that Tricia’s in the spotlight, aren’t you? She

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