Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

The first thing you notice is a pair of long legs in boots, topped with a camel coat over a white knit sweater, her hand clutching a large, elephant-grey Hermes tote. From head to toe, everything about her screamed sophistication and attention to detail.

The moment Liz laid eyes on Owen, her pupils dilated with excitement, "Mr. Reynolds, good morning!"

"Morning." Owen nodded slightly.

"Liz, let me introduce you to the newest member of our team, Roseanne. She's even younger than you by two years," Sammy was quick to share the news with her.

It was then Liz noticed an unfamiliar presence in the lab, pausing her smile for a moment.

Before Roseanne, Liz was the youngest in the research group, often doted on and held in high regard by everyone.

And she had every reason to be treated so.

A Masters from Columbia followed by a Ph.D. underway at Kingswell University, her academic credentials were indeed impressive.

Moreover, being part of Owen's research team itself was a testament to her research capabilities and academic excellence.

Roseanne stuck to protocol and greeted everyone, but Liz responded with a lukewarm handshake before quickly pulling away. Her disdain was subtle but palpable to Roseanne.

Jen's eyes darted between the two girls, though she chose to remain silent.

Owen clarified, "Just to set the record straight, strictly speaking, Roseanne isn't exactly joining our team."

"What?"

"She's here to conduct her own research project and is merely using our space."

Borrowing space?

never lent out the lab

Others shared this confusion.

and Stoddard exchanged

Liz frowned deeply.

...

ask me directly or jot it down on the blackboard. We have staff coming in daily

a touch of curiosity, "Which postdoc program are you in,

year of

school?" Liz was

managed to land

even got Owen to

What's her story?

Surname Cole...

families of

elites, the surname Cole was

her arm, shaking their head subtly, indicating

it was within Owen's

the lab was Owen's personal domain; they had no say in its

social cues, glanced forward. Even in a lab coat,

stillness, a

that gentleness was an

but research ever

it was doubtful Owen would

him, and the workstation was lent

...

Unaware of these undercurrents,

dived into

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